Tied together
By blood
By birth
By hatred
An assigned life to each
But a distinct soul
Differs from the rest
A family
Found within something she hated
Locked together
Not in detest
But in love
A drowned unheard voice
A wise sirens song
Tears fall from her eyes
Except the ones they stopped from coming
Red sores upon her flesh
Numbers upon her palm
In her bathroom she does lie
With memorabilia from both
A razor in one hand
And
A yearbook in the other
After all what's a family for
I really liked this poem. Actually I don't believe I have read a poem of yours I didn't like. You seem to be a very accomplished writer. If you have the time I would appreciate it if you would look at a few of my works and give me some advice.