Like the bountiful leaves on fall trees,

The flaws of my family are abundant,

Rich in color, ranging from one aspect to another

The leaves bunch together,

Twisting around the gnarled branches

The problems multiplying one by one,

Until, finally, the leaves begin to break off

Plummeting to the frigid, packed dirt

Like a family lying in shambles,

Destroyed by the harsh climate of addiction

Eventually, those vibrant leaves will grow anew,

Ushering in birth, a fresh start for all involved

The only difference between the family and autumn leaves

Is the family will never have that new beginning

It is stuck with what has already grown