I sit amongst
people I know
people who have
the same blood
and the same
historic milestones
and yet we are so different
i feel the black sheep coat
knitting itself about me once more
high turtle neck choking me
and wool coarse, causing my soul
to itch and raise hives...
as i sit with family
but excluded by feelings
both mine and their
I must be true
and cry mea culpa... too
when I was younger
I ran to the end of my tether
and was held to the family tree
by mere threads
of silken spider web loyalty
then as I aged
I reeled myself
back to the shore
of shared mythology
only to find my time
of freedom at the
end of the line
gave me a permanent
feeling of never having
been there...
and now as they visit
the mother of us all
we sit in polite conversation
about the progeny of us
and I think that
our particular dysfunction
is more of an exclusion
of the intricate nature
of bonding and care...
we are tied loosely
this bundle of family sticks
and I fear once
the bind that ties
the love of our mother
most dear
is torn from us
even now
she is threadbare
and once that is broken
our nature of exclusion
will scatter us to the wind
.....a family tree laid bare
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 7:04 AM UTC
I sit amongst
people I know
people who have
the same blood
and the same
historic milestones
and yet we are so different
i feel the black sheep coat
knitting itself about me once more
high turtle neck choking me
and wool coarse, causing my soul
to itch and raise hives...
as i sit with family
but excluded by feelings
both mine and their
I must be true
and cry mea culpa... too
when I was younger
I ran to the end of my tether
and was held to the family tree
by mere threads
of silken spider web loyalty
then as I aged
I reeled myself
back to the shore
of shared mythology
only to find my time
of freedom at the
end of the line
gave me a permanent
feeling of never having
been there...
and now as they visit
the mother of us all
we sit in polite conversation
about the progeny of us
and I think that
our particular dysfunction
is more of an exclusion
of the intricate nature
of bonding and care...
we are tied loosely
this bundle of family sticks
and I fear once
the bind that ties
the love of our mother
most dear
is torn from us
even now
she is threadbare
and once that is broken
our nature of exclusion
will scatter us to the wind
.....a family tree laid bare
This is me, trying to understand the pathways my brothers and I have taken....and will take as my mother's health continues to decline..... forgive me if it is mawkish...
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