Your heart is simply your home.
It is your safe place.
Family consists of the things living in that ticker;
it consists of the things you hold close in those chambers.

‘You can choose your friends but not your family,’
I am told by my parent who has caused me the most harm alone...
but with the force of the wind I push against those groans.

The roots of my family tree do not match past generations.
The roots connect to my heart and mine only;
the veins that decorate the walls of my home.

So I bid you goodnight now a stranger to me,
for I am finally free to be with my true family —
I am safe here with my created bloodline,
living happily in this little heart of mine.

Each moment I spend with you
provides me with puzzle pieces
in an attempt to complete my heart.

Once I connected the corners and edges,
an image finally began to appear...
but you were not to be seen in the jigsaw art.

I throw my sandbags
Into your ocean,
Unexpectedly, it works.