In this dysfunctional family we all have our parts.
Slugging from one meander to another we
managed to accrue varying connections.
Each of us fall off our horse once in a while, glued
to our ruts. Each hour of every day someone takes
the stage. We honor in our own ways. Tribulations
and trials may test our stances. Circumstantial instances
muddle our visionary goals. Clinging to the smallest
means of kindred out of loneliness, even if
only to be torn down from disappointments. All
want more , gluttony and pride. Every unsavory
desire feeds an others peeve. Squandering
resources too fast, far to often. No limits could be
firmly placed to ever ensure the elimination of
failure. I scant remember living hour to hour.
Nine or more asleep on a livingroom floor, starving
from ostracized. Dying of addictions. Then, I would
sooner starve than change. Now, we have all scattered.
Some of my most treasured moments were on that floor.
Balloons haphazard in every direction... metal clang
on the car floor. They tore down the walls of my
precious memories. Now I don't have those lips to
savor. No picture to “re take”. I'm left with the memory
of a life that once was, but not soon forgotten. When
I look at myself I see every scar ever carved, every
mistake I've made, every lie that ever gave face. When
I close my eyes I see every eye that I failed, every skin
ever etched upon my breast, all sick injustice endured.
I see my parents flaws become my own. My own blood
failed, few loves passed away. Memories so real and yet
just a story well learned enough to fool my impressionable
existence. This is my life. This is it, I am living and
it too shall one day pass. New hours, new stages,
another day and another chance. We will find
each other again because we belong, something
not many will ever comprehend.
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