A family (blood or otherwise)
that supports you only
when support is comfortable
when your dreams fit their norm
when your rhythms fit their meter
is not family.
It is a den.
It is Hell on earth.
It is a soft slitting of the throat.
It is a silent night.
It is your burial ground.
It will be a suffocating, overwhelming death from the sky

as long as you let others decide
whose opinion should matter most

in your life.

Cover Photo by Tim Marshall on Unsplash