Authored: March 4, 2018

I remember the cycles, they were aplenty
As a child, all I wanted was love
What I was afforded was pain and disappointed
At the hands of your belt, your fist and your words
You told me I would be nothing, amount to nothing
I watched you as you lavished attention and love
On your daughter, my sister
Those black eyes, tear filled nights
Where I wished I was somewhere else
I was the tragedian of my own play
A puppet, misdirected love fired beyond me.

Then you died, I watched you fall from the chair
There were no words
You simply went from life into death
I remember hiding outside, crying
And the ambulance came and tried to revive you
But there was no reviving
Life changed for me after that.

In my mind a portal opened up
Lost in my imagination
For so long, I created realities
And lost me within
The Tragedian was I, hiding from my pain.

But today, I am not hiding
The past haunts me
Like a planet rising from a cloudy horizon
An explosion of light.

The Tragedian; was I.