A heaviness.
It cannot be seen.
It is felt.
A wounded heart.
Was it a mistake?
You ask yourself.
After the dozen or so.
You stop making excuses.
Trust is gone.
Love in brokeness.
You want to yell.
You hold your peace.
When it’s family.
The hurt is multiplied.
Little darts piercing.
The heart bleeds tears.
How do you confront?
You cringe with fear.
To voice out, is final.
You cannot retract.
It’s not just one thing.
But a million little things.
All broken pieces.
Of hurt masked.
To carry this secret.
A heart hurting plenty.
When it’s family.
The heart cries in silence.
By C.E. Pereira
(22-4-2019)
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