And so it goes The palpable ache in your voice The slow burn of chaos The crawl of acid in my throat And Rigor mortis in my skin I brace for the deluge You are the perfect storm And I am always wreckage on your shore You shattered me a lifetime ago Swept away in the flotsam and jetsam Of your unfettered ego And your insatiable … Candy melts sweet can’t sustain You’re fetid with the choices you made You savaged my soul Your little ******* child Tossed out on the lawn with the soiled sheets For the world to see And you savored it.
And somehow I’m bound By the memory of grace And Sunday school songs To spread my brittle wings and shelter you Even as the ribs snap I bleed out any integrity Just for you A mother’ s love is… F... that…really You only show me the horror in my own soul With your black hole heart And I am on terminal spin TL Boehm 04/15/13
the story behind this perhaps is more interesting than the poem. I love my mom - but at 27 she told me the man who raised me was not my dad. She divorced this man, married a childhood sweetheart and told the world he was my natural father. I have never reconciled this in my soul. She has her reasons. But my identity has never recovered. The explicit tag is primarily due to the language...