7 years old, everything came crashing down.
A strange country, a strange language, a strange school.
Cracks in my parents' marriage.
Dark storms in my mother's eyes
As she gazes at my father
With a newfound hatred.
Slamming of doors,
Silent tears on cheeks.
Smoke in the living room,
Paint on white shirts.
8 years old, everything seems fine again.
A new baby, a new sister, a new love.
Singing to my mother's stomach,
Belly moving with the baby.
Bursts of laughter,
Monopoly nights.
Sleepovers with friends,
Authentic Italian pizza.
Dressing up in pretty dresses,
Playing hide-and-seek.
13 years later, nothing's as it seems.
YOU ARE READING
twenty two
Poetrywritten by a twenty two year old; in the year of twenty twenty-two.
