I travelled to this place, to this spot.
Here I looked for hope and found.
Togetherness, we sit, we laugh, I hug and we cry
I see the faded image of a trading card.
Torn.
The younger one gave it to me, but he had ruined it.
It showed his love to me.
I see the image of the picture he drew you.
Colorful.
Does this show his longing for you?
Words are still a riddle, so many things I don't understand.
Hate. Yes. Fear. Hope. Tears. Despair. Joy.
Understanding but not understanding the
feeling.
This is me, a child. Incomplete.
What I don't know outweighs the things I
do know.
Cold shoulders. Whispering in the hallways.
Being picked last. Always last.
But never from you.
Hope.
Mend what is torn