I used to be from a family where we expected drama.

Where not understanding felt normal.

I am now from a family where we don’t speak.

Where Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Birthdays never occur.

I used to be from a family where I wasn't allowed to know what happened.

Where our family sadly, slowly separated.  

I used to be from a family where we worry about our safety.

Where we’d worry if our belongings would be the same; even if they remained.

I used to be from a family where drugs changed people.

Where a single choice can destroy.

I am now from a family where I don’t look back.

Where past forgiveness seemed to go unnoticed.

I am now from a family where change occurred.

Where disappointment lead to growth.

I am now from a family where our loved ones taught us.

Where the harsh memories made us stronger.