Some Families

Some families don’t know better.
Some families think they are fine.
Some families just keep going
Despite the dysfunction,
Despite the abuse,
Despite the addictions
The lies,
The hopes,
The truths.


Some families just exist each day.
Some families hang on blood.
Some families find a way
With the abuse,
With the pain,
With the confusion
Of roles,
Of expectations,
Of reality.


Some families beg to be normal.
Some families die a little each day.
Some families don’t even see the blood
That words draw,
That fists contuse,
That broken hearts seep
From stabs,
From breaks,
From futility.


Some families should not be.
Some families should dissolve.
Some families should find peace
By finding individuality,
By growing apart,
By forming scabs
That stop the blood,
That give the distance,
That allow the future.