You've seen the huge piles out at the curb. <br />Have you ever wondered how it got there? <br />How could somebody just walk away <br />from everything they own? <br /> <br />Throughout my childhood it happened... <br />often. <br />My parents fought..... <br />split.... <br />one of them would tell us to jump in the car. <br />We could'nt grab anything <br />just go. <br />The other one would lose the house <br />with all its contents. <br />So we would have to start over... <br />again. <br /> <br />I still go back to those houses <br />in my dreams. <br />I go back there to reclaim my stuff. <br />My toys are still thrown around my room. <br />My clothes (and secret writings) are <br />still in my drawers. <br /> <br />Next time you see the huge pile out at the curb <br />think about the family. <br />What could be so messed up <br />that they just walk away from everything they own? <br />It happens... <br />often.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-away-from-your-life/
