Family bond
I wish there were words,
to assemble what I’m experiencing,
but all I can see are
glimpses of memories;
the situations I took for granted
when I knew nothing else...
The visits to my country.
My father pestering me
to “never give up, follow my dreams”
by applying to yet another university.
My mother’s anger rush
because
of another dish needing a wash.
My older sister hardly there;
on her search for another lover somewhere.
And my younger sister
watching a movie whilst
complaining about her hair.
That family bond exists
through
stringing fragmented bits
together with rituals and tradition.
A group bound together through
resting precariously
on one fragile decision.
He is there whilst,
she is somewhere where she was before,
and that one is there with her,
and the other perhaps going somewhere else.
And I am here,
which is not where the others are.
The wound has only just become a scar.
Someday it will all be one
as I keep moving further.
The story will piece together
like the planets of this solar system
forming the Milky Way.
Earth is just
another puzzle piece.
