The huddles achieved together, becoming strength where the other was weak, supporting one another through strife and sorrow.
Difficulties were overcome as one.
Those baleful, profane with jealousy of that unity, slip into the cracks, filling them with poison.
Advice arrives from those with plaques on the wall, yet unable to govern the misgivings of their own lives, dispensing guidance they themselves fail to embody.
Another failed prescription compounds the damage.
The downward spiral grows heavier as those who claim to help, pull apart the once-unified beauty of a family.
Unrecognizable now, not only in attitude, but callous in behavior.
The effort required to hold it together becomes unbearable, draining the strength needed to move forward.
What was once a future of shared sunsets reveals itself as a house of cards.
The sky does not mourn, what was given freely.
Attachment is now only the residue of dried glue from what was once joined.
Dependency is the sand in an hourglass. If left unturned, the future becomes depleted.
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