If you were born after the storm did you endure all of that pain? The day after Irma could you complain about the rain?
Because, I never saw the drunkard but his wake has left a dreaded path
Of pain in my family now it's filled with all this bloodied wrath.
It still feels kind of flooded as I sunbathe on my sunken raft
But in due time, I'm sure, that all of it will subside,
Until one of us or two of us or all of us do die.
Because maybe in my genes something brought us all this pain.
Because I look around and see other families prosper when it rains.
Idk, maybe I'm just overthinking every single thing,
Because every single tree see is growing rapidly,
Every plant is getting sun and both the sons are having fun and my sister I kinda missed her but now she has a family.
It's going quite as planned written down in books of time.
The same waves that tore down houses is what I use to surf and grind.
Doing flips and tricks and grabs and other things of childish kind.
I only wish that I could see my bright future up ahead,
And I hope that the rainbow comes before we all are dead.
This poem is personal to my family. One reading of the poem will not get you to the understanding of its meaning. The waves represent not just pain, but more specifically, drunkenness. The alcoholic gene is mentioned metaphorically. I see families not have a problem with alcohol, yet no one in my family seems to be able to handle it. My father was an alcoholic, but he has been sober for many many years. The problem is, this act of will does not stop the gene from passing to my brother or I. I have seen my brother struggle with this. And that brings us to the last line of the poem.