The cycle

A young woman lives a life of shame

Then beats her son in blame

Her ring leaving her mark as she throws him in the closet to cry in the dark

In a distance away a young girl is abandoned by her mother

Then she is put in homes to be raised by another

she lives the life of the unwanted

she learns the coldness and blocks of the emotions of the haunted

The young boy from the closet and the abandoned girl meet

Now grown, they come together and with their children make the cycle repeat

The father leaves his mark with his hands and ring

The mother turns her head in denial

her coldness is aparent as her children try to cling

Their children grow

Some of them pass on the coldness because that is all that they know

Some sink into vises to hide from memories they do not want to flow

A son lives his life upon the street, allowing his needles to be his defeat

A daughter sinks into her bottle and pills and now dying of her sickness, crushes all love with deceit

Another daughter breaks into pieces as unwanted memories try to repeat

One of the next in line was me

My mother was broken and when he touched me she could not see

As I grew I saw the cycle spin

Now I have grown and I have broken the cycle of my forefathers sin

© Angela Bredeson