When I open up my history books, our past is revealed.
Though there are no fumes, the toxins are there. The PTSD has my hands shaking.
Bad experiences are still memories.
Our last conversation on the phone ended with pleasant courtesy.
All you want is to have me close enough to check on me.
What I've told you that I want is closure but the lies are crystal clear.
After all these years we've come so far.
Doubt spreads in me, attempting to be a vaccine.
When in truth, it is a virus.
It makes me wonder, all this time, is that who I am?
Am I the one who dragged us down and will drag us down again?
We both have finally surfaced from our many years beneath each other's spell.
Will I be the one who will destroy our foundation and have us gasping for help?
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4.25.19
To My Foundation.
YOU ARE READING
Assurgent Construction
PoesíaA poetry collection of an American Filipino. the following expresses his thoughts and emotions as he studies abroad. This is the second book in Culture Distortion.
