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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