Inheritance

Mother's arms reach out to me,promising shelterfrom the illusionof sorrow and discontentthat a mortal view perpetuates.

Father's smile begins to meltthe hardened shellencasing my heart.Distrust and despair fall awayinto the nothingnessfrom whence they came.

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