Hollow Poem by Malory Joyce

Problems in life
Among my mother and father,
Their life
And their love for each other.
A callous decision
Leading into an urgent divorcing,
It hurts me so
To watch my family.

Waiting outside court doors;
I grew eleven years older
Looking down on my sister,
Three years younger,
Running down the halls
With no attempt to wonder.

People who try to help our vexed family,
I put my head down before their face,
In disrespect for them to help in separating
My helpless yet fixable family.

Almost seventeen, I’ve grown into those eleven years,
Hollow-