Unrequited

Today we look upon his face

Tomorrow we might look upon his grave

For what you might not see

A story you have misplaced

She bred something

Far from her womb

To a man far from god

Far from home

A beautiful child

Bright and new

To a family of three

She was the last

Her father was a drunk

Aiding inside a sin so rough

It cut into his skin

Far too much for us to know

Until the secret was out

The cup began to fill

They took him away

Never to return home

She was filled with confusion

Had her father done her sister harm

The day she realized he was never coming back

Perhaps that's when the start began

Time passed by

So simple and clean

She and her sister close

Despite the father's wedge

Her own sister

So inclined in life

Once noticed it well

Suggested she tell

The woman who grew her

In a womb so warm

Didn't know how to handle

That she was a him

Depression is a sinking pit

One she fell into unable to fit

Her mother accepted her sister

But somehow drew the line there

It wasn't too late to notice

This mother in turn

That when her son needed her most

She was causing disturn

Author's Note

A poem dedicated to my little brother. Where what he needs most is his mother supporting him, but she can't accept it or wrap her head around it. Just making his depression worse. I'm not entirely religious but I send good thoughts to you my little brother.... I love you.

Reviews

[Perkele.7885]

I've never been faced with this issue in my family up close but, I would think in a child so young, family support was needed as an essential means for your brother's self esteem and worth issues. Had your brother been older and more worldly, I would be more inclined to consider your brother's choice as to be a major factor in his gender pursuit.

[dan]

It is always sad to hear of someone with depression alone, but especially when it is exacerbated by an arm's length relationship to a mother who can only see herself or select others. It gets a bit confusing when mentioning 'the sisters' and 'that she was a him.' Also the last word you wrote is "disturn," which is not a word. I commend you for pouring out your heart to honor your brother, doing what a big brother who cares does as a matter of course. Nicely done. take care...dan

[Mila]

Very sweet! I hope everything turns out well for your brother and he sees better days! Your love and support transcends through your words beautifully, thanks so much for sending this to me! GREAT job! :)

[R Smith]

I really hope things turn out well for you and especially your brother, i'm sure your work here and good thoughts will give him a lift and hope he gets the support he needs :)

[Maja]

Oh wow. I feel like you all need a hug so here is one: *huuug*.

Okay, aside from that, I would like to say that your writing is lovely as always. The feelings are there, embedded in the poem, and it really comes out once the piece is read. :)

[Willard Wells]

I am sure he appreciates your words and love for him. Growing up is not easy and adapting to change does not work for everyone. Love should win out, but some do not know how to open their hearts to be a true human. Nicely penned. Thanks,