they were at it like cats and dogs...
always shouting, crying, being stubborn
all of them.
things changed, they washed their hands off each other
she grew up, apparently the "angel"
timid, restrained, subdued...
refused to come out of her shell,
never knowing there was one!
time passed, the hatred, the anger increased.
the few moments of peace and love gave her relief.
sometimes reality was too hard to digest
so she stayed away.
somewhere inside she believed that only one was right...
time passed, she changed, became a person of her own
formed her own identity, carved her own niche
away from them, she saw them for who they were
just wounded human beings, having gotten into something vicious,
being unable to get out of it.
and all she could be was a silent spectator
accepting that it was all she could do...
watch them....tears dropping silently
onto her folded hands
in a prayer for peace, normalcy...
