last leaf left

“Reminding your mind there is a fine line clearly Between serendipity and pre-tragedy.”

Entitled with options and you don’t have a choice.

You’d hear clarity in the emptiness of voice.

You’d shatter but won’t be able to make a noise.

Broken people are not fragile – ironic poise.

To stop, seemed easy, but takes a lot of subtlety, Your brain reckoning sudden change of scenery;

Reminding your mind there is a fine line clearly

Between serendipity and pre-tragedy.

Despised your helplessness as no one’s on the street, Debris of trust sank in the midst of your crisis.

But this six-letter word you’re too shy to admit, They never left, in times of sickness and defeat.

Family is comfort, suggestive to say the least,

When those formidable gnarly battles have feast. They’d taught you to be greater than what you suffer, Zero judgment, they’d know what help is to offer.

Home would say bravery isn’t having no fear.

It’s having fear but you do it anyway, sane.

Like plants, different people needs different care, As to seasonal pain and a tragic drain.