For what sins?

They have started again, but no one complains.

“Go to hell”, says Dad.

Mom is crying, as always, but today is different.

I look through the window, to see her walk into the rain.

And my voice becomes unheard again..

For what sin of mine
do they go separate ways –
Don’t I deserve both?


(’12. feb 16.) / (Haiku Challenge) / (G-man’s Friday Flash 55)

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

%d bloggers like this: