I long for connection
with myself, with others
the ones I hold dear and un-dear.
I seek to understand
why do I drink when it makes me sick
why did my father drink till he was?
I wish to be loved
why do I ignore those who make the effort
Why did my mother ignore me?
I wish to be free
Why does it always come to this?
I come close to finishing the story
But before I follow through,
I must give thanks where it is due.
My dearest beloved brother, I love you.
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I am Unkind, Especially to Myself
PoetryThe things I put me, myself, and I through.