My Family

My family is like a painted picture,

A picture that has gone through a lot.

The flames of trauma burnt the picture slightly.

My mom being the artist, she created all she could from the paints.

Still adding more but confused where to end.

All that was made, still broken from the flames.

My dad is the tape, bringing the picture together and fixing the broken cracks.

But still goes through a lot himself.

The spark of new hope, crashing down.

My brothers are the picture, the ones that mom and dad are trying to fix and make something of those broken pieces.

The sparks of joy and happiness in the picture, from finally making something of it all.

Me, the paint, trying to fix everything and make something of our new life, helping fix the old picture, and making it brand new.

At last-  The picture is finally done, everything is at peace now…