powderkeg

powderkeg

A Poem by rosieect
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nineteen years // how i fell apart

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In 1942

My great grandfather left his son

And travelled to Europe

To stitch broken boys back together 

On the front line 


When he came back 

Riddled with post-traumatic stress disorder

He set a chain in motion 

Passing down a serotonin imbalance

That has lasted three generations


Science says that the trauma

Burned into his veins like a brand

Nursed by grandfather 

Repressed by my mother

Could be the kindling

Lit by the match that was you


Is it any wonder I struggle between the weight? 

fractious pieces held tentatively together 

crumbling into the ground

like an ancient roman temple

left to fester in the open air


it has been seventy-five years

since he stepped out of the sun 

to stand on the front line 

and stitch England’s lost boys together


and thirty since he died

but wound is still open, salted, stinging

an intergenerational powder keg

a condemnation of an entire familial line 

© 2017 rosieect


Author's Note

rosieect
august 2016- I also like this one a lot, unsure about the temple metaphor??

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Added on August 12, 2017
Last Updated on August 12, 2017
Tags: depression, recovery, war, healing, family

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rosieect
rosieect

New Zealand



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kind of sad, trying to get over it. not 100% sure if poetry is something I'm good at or not. more..

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A Poem by rosieect