In plans to avoid the cliché
I write this poems in memory of a man I've never met
A man stuck in my dreams
A man I have pictures of
But no more than that,
I'd love to say he's my brother that went to war
Because according to you, he'd be a hero
But regardless he's heroic
I'd love to say he's the Prime Minister
Because according to you, he'd be a great leader
But he still leads
I'd love to say he's a great writer
Because according to you, he'd be inspirational
But regardless, he inspires me
A stone covered teen-age boy
Growing up with insecurities and tremendous assumptions
Watching my parents weep on Christmas
And for the longest time I never knew why
They certainly weren't bipolar
My brother carries him on his back
In black ink
But why?
What happened?
I was always to scared to ask
But I had a head on collision with my own thoughts
Lights beaming in my eyes
Facing a shift in my reality
I inflated my chest
and asked the question filled with thousands of stories
I believed that I could decay from  my thoughts
and accompany the members of the deceased
or show my courage and accept the answer
knowing nothing can be changed
"he's your brother" my mother told me
"and he exists only in our memory"
I nodded in a bitter taste
"we have pictures and toys but,
those are his,
and now they are yours
they live with you
because we trust you can bring forth
enough love to make up for all that was taken from us
You will fix us" She ensured me
My hands shook and swam in a a sea of sweat
I could not stare them in the face
As they became the hated messenger
"We love you and your brother,
two folds
to make up for the one we've lost
Don't ever be shy to your thoughts
Express your love and be intensely compassionate
As you will be the greatest lover and friend
To ever exist"
I nodded and smiled as a tear fell from my face
drowning every question and assumption
I've ever vaulted
I write this because I do not want sympathy
However I do ask a favour
Please,
"express your love and be intensely compassionate
As you will be the greatest lover and friend
to ever exist"

Rest In Peace to a man worthy of a million Questions,
Douglas
D.R.E.A.M
I could never be more proud of this young man
He faced a disease no toddler should ever witness
Battling meningitis at the age of 2
and fell during the Christmas Holiday
And as we feel vacant and immense desolation
We cherish the strength we individually provide
Reliant on one another
Empowering one another to remain standing tall