It’s so weird that we carry this guilt as children about what happens to the ones we love. I remember wanting so much to protect them from each other’s anger and make things right, it was beyond anything I can feel now as an adult in its purity and intensity. Your poem goes right to that place, and deals with the scars of a failure beyond our control. Excellent write, as always, dustus.
Not the observer, but the perpetrator was I. No fights, just walk away. A true shame this self-centered deterioration of the family. We read each day about terrorism, but seldom are allowed a glimpse behind the closed family doors, where unstoppable terrorism exists
Dustus, I admire your work so much. It humbles me.
It’s so sad when children take on the blame for something that in no way could be their fault, so sad… Your poem shows the hopelessness, the futility, the burning desire to fix what is beyond the child’s ability to mend, never mind understand. Well done!
Wow, your words made me feel a mix of things, compassion, tenderness, sorrow, but hopeful too. Music can not repair a broke family, but I can imagine that kid smiles listening to a beautiful song, then music can fix a heart broken, I think.
I love the snow falling on your blog.
Thanks for sharing it.
Wow this is powerful, full of emotions and has a lot of depth.
I can’t imagine how hard it must be for a child growing up in a broken family.
I hold myself very lucky in that respect.
Family is probably the most important thing in any ones life.
I certainly hold mine in very high regard