Ahh
Like the growing surge
the slow tightening
of a cramping muscle,
the calamity of family betrayal
grips me with overwhelming pain.
Immediately,
options run the corridors
of my mind
and my twisted leaping heart
for a resolution.
Sweeping over me like an icy wind,
came the recognition that somehow
I am responsible.
I am, for my frustration and fear,
but only wanting support
and an iota of commiseration.
I am confused by their ferocity
their righteous vehemence
that I've done wrong.
They name my toxic lingering anger
that overwhelms them
and me of along with it
and influences my behavior.
They, my children, informed me,
and such a declaration
ricocheted Into my bones.
Courage is required upon waking
mortified by a body that can't walk or talk,
to bear the burden of my inching decline,
anger is also known as fear
of the unknown
like shadows hide roving sharks 🦈
to eat me.
I may not see old age,
and will lose surly as
the sun ☀️ will rise tomorrow
ever more abilities
to this dreadful condition,
that thrusts me into the role
of freak and slob that I abhor.
Love and tolerance may not win
In this intimate family betrayal,
and like songbirds,
spinning haunting notes
through the night,
you will look and long for them
when the birds 🐦
do not show again in the fall.
