We sit in this world
as we cry out for acceptance
from
the people who are “supposed”
to love us unconditionally
but instead

They use us as their punching bags to relieve them selfs of past issues
and dunes of pain,
we are then expected
to hold our heads high
and move on in life even though
the basic foundation of life hasn’t been layed down

The bricks are missing
and so

We sit twenty years down the line
on the edge of a bridge

or

With a knife in our hands
contemplating
if we’re a waste of space

or

If we were just put here to be punished for mistakes and choices that we didn’t even make

Is this the life that I’m destined for?
A life of pain because if so
tell me now
as I decide to wipe the slate of burden clean
as I will not pass this on to the generations to come

Souls congested
with
Heart ache and pain

Model: Caroline Park
Photographer & Author: Cheryl Dzo