powderkegA Poem by rosieectnineteen years // how i fell apartIn 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 rosieectAuthor's Note
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Added on August 12, 2017 Last Updated on August 12, 2017 Tags: depression, recovery, war, healing, family AuthorrosieectNew ZealandAboutkind of sad, trying to get over it. not 100% sure if poetry is something I'm good at or not. more..Writing
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