I am not broken. You did not win.

Tears met with laughter. Trust with betrayal.

Shattered pieces (of family) strewn across the ground

upon which you dance in your warped sense

of pride and righteousness.

We (the rest of us) gather closer, a protective circle.

Shattered pieces glued back together, two gaping holes left where you once fit.

Closer we gather still, our bond stronger for your actions.

Standing tall, we honor the memory you've defiled.

The definition of family is re-written.

We are not broken. You did not win.