The family sits in silence
waiting for a breath.
a spark,
anything.
Life goes on.
Perhaps not.
perhaps, only existance.
Solitary again.
Should I presume they would
agree with me,
support me,
love me?
Perhaps,
It isn’t about me
after all.
I hear a sigh –
It is my own.
The silence is broken.
J. Clark 2008
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