reposted from my other site: Weary Ramblings
The pictures are painful to see,
So the ones hanging, I have removed.
Like the color from these memories,
Because it was never real…
You are broken.
You broke me.
I was broken for quite some time.
But now I am healing,
Though the pain of you will never be repaired.
You remain broken of your own choice,
But I will not break my children,
As I could never live with such guilt.
You took away your love,
And whether black and white, real or fake, I will mourn your revoked feelings.
And still I will love you.
For hate does not belong in healing.
Dedicated to my father and mother, my sisters and their husbands.