Ran from a past, filled with psychotic aftermath(s)
Later, married a martyr; victimized by his deeds
Ultimately devastating in, complete, totality
Perished marriage was not, for me, a possibility
Two, I had to cherish; as tender seeds
Emotional upheaval is not what they had need
I thought it to always be, about family
That void, deep within my thickened skin
Wisdom grew from where, once, I thought I knew
On the other side; of this insanity
Reality welled in utmost calamity
Knowing the difference was pure madness; to me
It isn’t a matter of who grew you
Love, sometimes need be renewed, too
By others, than who you thought….
~A knew you!