Siblings
We were never the same.
We never had normal days.
We were poverish.
We were impish.
I only wanted to be left alone.
and, he only wanted to move on.
They, she and the other he,
struggled endlessly.
Was it all lies?
Was it a blessing in disguise?
Even now, I try
(and still wonder, why?)
to make sense
of a shattered tense
from whence
we all failed to make amends.
We were only warring, isolated islands, then.
The aftermath, now,
incites my moon howl
and I can only scowl,
when I consider it all,
the great fall,
consider it all, foul.
Still, they gleam,
the better other mes.
William, Brian,
Alice, and I,
may have suffered demise.
But now, no one could tell
we grew from a family hell.
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Family Struggles
Great piece! So much of what I write about is a direct result of the family "I was raised in" experience. Sad commentary, considering that I am still evaluating that experience (48 years old).
I love how your poem deals with the life long struggle brought about by a hellish upbringing. The poem, from my view, sounds like a family still broken. What I found especially touching, was the potential to achieve some sort of benefit from a "less than ideal" up bringing ... concisely stated in the final lines of your entry ... "But now, no one could tell we grew from a family hell."
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We can only grow.
Thank you, and I resonate deeply with your words of kindness.
it seems, optimism is a common theme in our works.
I mean...
"What are you afraid of ...
Am I not your brother?
If together we stand,
then how shall we fail?
Work with me and together
we will change the world.
Not just for you or me, but
our family - All humanity."
Words like that, seems to me vibrate actively with mine own.
Thank you and i appreciate your appreciation, keep the spirit.