I don’t have to keep what I was given,
my inheritance was all trauma.

Hereditary flaws the cause for poor choices and decisions.

Not one healthy leaf on the entire family tree, I had to branch off.

Free finally gaining the courage to flee, I couldn’t save them all.

I saved myself, I had to cut all ties in order to fix my life.

It’s not their fault, since grandpa left the whole family fell apart.

He was the glue keeping the house of cards from falling.

It’s crazy how one person can have so much wisdom and power.

Resentment arrived the day he died and made it clear it was never going to leave.

Every scar has a loved one’s name, blood hits harder than water.

Lost sons and daughters, cousins incarcerated from the patterns.

Being a good uncle or aunt doesn’t make you a good parent, I know.

Ever since that day I gained the courage to step away…

MY LIFE KEEPS GETTING BETTER!  
One chainsaw, one big bad tree filled with generational pain, one emancipated teen who desired something better…TIMBER.

They all had to be dead to me in order for me to live!