Tears on a torn soul

I belong to a house with two homes

Like each heart has two rooms to live in

Divided by invisible walls

That disables their understanding

That keeps me from my own contentment

Unfinished without their uniting warmth

Troubled by the lack of an anchor

I stroll the streets inside my mind

Where I wander without purpose

I find myself in the faces of my family tree

Like each portrait reveals another layer of myself

But the branches are breaking

Rustling the leaves ever so eagerly

Scaring off the raindrops that cling to the blossoms

Confused due to the sudden strain

Hurt by the roughness of the drop

I make my way through my denial

As slowly I come to face the truth

That hands once clasped together firmly,

Symbolizing the epiphany of friendship,

Now choke me out of my last innocence

Leaving hope to fill the unsettling vacancies

For a fruit that provides but little comfort

Should never become my inheritance...