Shattered Roots

In a house, were shadows whisper secrets untold,
two sisters, young, with hearts of gold.
At ten and nine, they stumbled upon
a world where innocence was gone.

In the attic, dust danced in light,
they discovered their parents' hidden plight.
A box of vials, syringe, and spoon,
a chilling discovery beneath a red-blood moon.

Their fathers' fists, their mother's cries,
echoed through clouded nights, darkened skies.
Bruises bloomed, tears welled,
they flinched at words left unsaid.

From State to State, they moved in haste,
leaving behind a trail of waste.
New schools, new faces, but the same shattering pain,
a cycle of sorrow, a relentless chain.

In motels, dim with flickering lights,
they whispered dreams in the dead of night.
"Why do they need this?" the eldest asked,
a question that haunted, a painful task.

The younger one, with eyes so wide,
clutched her sister close, as they cried.
"Maybe their sick, maybe their sad,
but why does it feel so terribly bad?"

The glimpsed the truth in shattered glass,
in broken promises, in the past.
Their parents lost in a chemical haze,
leaving the sisters in a perpetual daze.

Through the chaos, they forged their strength,
in each other, they went to great lengths.
To break the cycle, to carve their way,
to see the dawn of a brighter day.

Years went by and they grew strong,
two sisters, bound by a silent song.
The older, once held eyes sparkling bright,
now, a gaze, filled with fierce fight.

The younger, heart so pure,
found her courage, learned to endure.
Both vowes to heal, to mend the pain,
to never let the past remain.

In a house, where shadows once whispered low,
two sisters, let their courage show.
Their hearts carried light,
turning darkness bright.

Shattered Vows

In a world, shadows stretched long and deep,
two sisters' fate bound to weep.
The eldest, twenty-one,
mother of two, battles begun.

Since sixteen, she fought the night,
forced by a man stealing her light.
She clung to hope, a fragile shield,
bruises blossomed, tears concealed.

In a rundown apartment, walls stained and cracked,
she rocked her children, the nights attacked.
The single bedroom, a prison, love vanished,
where life faded and family banished.

Her childrens' father, a tyrant's hand,
drove her back to a desolate land.
The whispers of addiction, swelling to a commanding roar,
she yielded to the power, resisting no more.

The younger sister, nineteen, full of life,
lost her love, pain cutting like a knife.
Her fiance, taken by a train's sudden flight,
left her shattered in the dead of night.

Two bedroom home, filled with laughter and love,
her fiance, her son, blessings from above.
Love in every corner, their hearts warm,
until tragedy struck, bringing a storm.

"Why did you leave me?" she gasped, her voice a ghost,
clutching his photo, memories engrossed.
In grief's embrace, she found the vial,
a temporary escape, a fleeting smile.

The needle's kiss, a silent dream,
a shattered life, a broken dream.
"Just one more time." she vowed to herself,
as she placed the syringe back...