Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Family

A father running from demons
self consumed, negative, suffering
paralyzed in a self made world

Thankful for what he could give
forever damaged by what he couldn't

A mother unable, perhaps unwilling to
comfort

Patterns repeated
Narrow confines of conditional love
You're dead to me always looming

Dysfunction, denial, angst
hate, anger, self loathing
a deep pervasive insecurity

Sprinkled with just enough good to keep one forever chasing
approval 

Family

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