Fear lay powerfully encamped
The thoughts of what might happen
Learned as an emotionally abused child in depression
Because there was no: hope money attention love
All went to my mother
To service her victimhood
No Cooper baseball glove for me
No Little League
Just the fear that the oncoming car would swerve into my lane
Blindsiding me T-Boning me
Family refused to attend my graduation from art school
“You are just putting on airs”
Partner attended reluctantly
It was a distraction from her victimhood
A pattern emerged
I left them all to rot
Choose Peace
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