I want to share this poem because it has touched me so. 

By Jen Abbas,  an18-year-old child of divorce:

  The Eruption

  Divorce is like a trembling earthquake,
  The world shakes, rumbling with rage,
  And all the anger, guilt, and frustrations
  That have been festering for so long
        below the surface
  Suddenly spew upward in an inferno of hate
        or apathy.
  At times the earth calms and you think the
      turmoil is over,
  Settled, stable, but then the cycle begins again,
  Repeating, repeating, repeating.
  You are weary, you want to rest,
  And that is when you realize the shaking has
        stopped,
  But there is an eerie feeling lurking in the air.
  You are hesitant to believe anything anymore,
  You are so tired after struggling for so long,
  And so you rest on the one solid patch of land,
  Only to watch it split in two,
  Two separate, distinct parts that will never
        come together again.
  Each new patch supports part of you,
  And as you watch, they pull away.