Mother
I wonder
How could you not smother me
Shrieking for twenty plus years
Out of infancy
Violently
Lashing out
My insecurity
Clashing with
Crippling doubt
Nothing new to me
Felt all your rage
And your anguish
Get through to me
Clearly
More resonantly
Than didactic
Could ever successfully
Teach us
The tragic
Downfall of the love
That still lives in
Your son,
In the ghost of his father
Now comfortably numb
But in baring such burdens
Alone all these years
You kept sparing me from
Far more nightmarish fears
Through reminding
At times
To the tempests and maelstroms
Of mind
We are thrown
But our interlinked hearts
See our wayward souls
Home