The Only One Left

by amada

No trace of my family now.

None left to seek,
none to be found.
From all of them
I am the one
who stood the test...

The battered house is gone.
Its cavernous rooms laden with rancid words,
muted at last.
And in the absence of colors, petals,
songs and laughter--
now
they dwell in my heart.

My childhood house, once a tomb above the earth,
is gone.
Mother and father's deafening yells
were somehow swallowed in the darkness
of the nothingness left.
My only brother, eager to leave
exited at the first instance
of pain.
Pity,
the shy girl of the house
swallowed it all in.
No wonder
darkness grew inside her
in a swift, melancholic rage.
Didn't have any escape
or dreams to venture out.
Her wings, well razed,
at the deep birth of her roots.

So she stood by them,
swallowed in their doom
but at right turn, fiery,
she departed
promptly.

And now, somehow
she is the only survivor
standing
at their grave of bound bones
in their cemetery of doom
and their tunnel of torment

Hard dirt softened her tears
as she murmured softly:
this is the earth I rose from,
their dust combed me tenderly
their wrath made me strong,
their gloom lifted me
to seek the sun.

This is where I came from.

Every cell twisted, molded, rearranged
but still present in its most basic fabric,
somewhat torn but murkily mended
because, in a last act of mercy,
she swallows it all in
and turns it into a grace
because,
you see,
she is
the only one left.

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The Only One Left

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