From fantasy to reality
It was so easy to be a part of my dysfunctional family
Thinking myself on equal terms but never seeing the sleight of hand
Ambushed by dying parents
Hot potato and the Hippocratic Oath
In life there are births from one stage to the other
I’m new to the feel without father without mother
Do I want my folks alive so I have someone to scream at or because I genuinely miss them. The lids of my eyes are so heavy.
I wasn’t ready to give up the fight.
So much I have no say in as nature determines the course
Anxiety churns through me foaming at the edges, an ocean clinging to the shore
The roar of wind and surf pervade my hearing and nothing else exists.
I’m hopping icebergs as night falls
melting into new skin that doesn’t seem to fit
a facade that feels just too big.