The Real World

You tell me things
Which shouldn't be possible
In a sane and rational world
Yet they happened.

Filling my mind
With dark thoughts
About the things
Done in the name of love
By a family member.

Sadly I too
Have my own horror stories
About my younger brother
Which haunt my dreams.

If once more
I am back
In that time era.

Feeling his explosive rage
Against my body and soul
For merely existing
As a person.

Reliving every painful moment
Through the “3-D” lense
Of a teenager’s eyes
Cowering
In a corner.

Decades have since past
Long repressed memories
Re-awakened through therapy
As I attempt to
Deal with various depression
And anxiety issues.

As the psionic seals
Weaken
Letting more of my past
Out.

Damn you brother
Why did you have to choose me
As your outlet of hate?

Life is hard enough
Without having to add this
To the mix
Of being a transsexual.

Reviews

[Frank F. Atanacio]

again your words are richly textured..dark but well organized