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Jan 2021
my mother was an addict.
history repeats itself.
my brother is an addict.


my brother is my twin.
history repeats itself.
my nieces are twins.


my mother lost a son.
history repeats itself.
I lost my son.


my parents were absent
from their children's lives.
history repeats itself.
their children are absent
from their lives.



when your children are afraid,
they will run to their mothers.
their worst fears will be
the boogeyman or
losing their parents.


my worst fear is that
my children will
run to a mother
who was like mine.

my worst fear is that
my children will feel
the same fears that I did.

my worst fear is that
my history will
continue to repeat itself.
Sarah Flynn
Written by
Sarah Flynn  F/Pennsylvania, USA
(F/Pennsylvania, USA)   
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