THE REAL FAMILY

A writer's late night desk 
-athena
The radiant skin , the shining eyes , the wide smile , the rushing tears ... Nothing shall remain ,
And neither shall our ego, our status our bountiful health...
But one thing shall always haunt ... Shall always linger , like a ghost , like the shadow of your old self ...
One thing !
Losing the one who loved you with all their heart and soul ,
Losing those eyes that waited for a single glimpse ,
Losing those hands that prayed for your happiness,
Losing that heart whose only happiness was to see you happy,
One regret shall we all have ...
When one day we stand at the afternoon n evening of our lives finding that noone really bothers , none really cares as they did and yet in the haughty arrogance of our youth , in the glittery world of the city lights , in the dripping drinks and the rising highs ,
In the puffs of smoke and the euphoria generated,
We forgot to treasure that hand which held us without a single word ,
We forgot to wipe tears from the eyes that cried for us ,
We forgot to lift the soul that bent down to support us,
We forgot to protect the love that was pure ...
And in that moment shall we realise that not just have we been fools but cowards ...
Because
'Everyone finds love , but only the brave know how to treasure it '
© Athena
P.s - Leave your home, go live alone and you will know who is your family and who isn't.