Brothers

Brothers

 

Always in the process

of uprooting,

I have everything to gain

but acceptance.

 

And in my right hand

I hold my two sons,

in the left hand

a future without them.

 

The clouds gathered

above my head

spill no rain,

yet again

I have been tumbled.

 

And recognized.

 

For the hurt I’ve caused,

the holes I have dug,

reflected in the mirrors

of my past.

 

If yet to join

the children I brought

into this world,

kicking like an a*s,

wildly.

 

There is no use in turning

back now,

for the road has forked

already.

Reviews

[M O R P H I N E]

The expression is really deep and heartfelt.
I do like the last stanza the most, it's very powerful and it really screams out the message in this poem.

[alesuriko]

Nicely written. I really love it. You deeply express the complexity behind the choices one is to make and yet it's not really a choice if you want to be who you are and happy with yourself. However, there are always consequences and sometimes they're heartbreaking. Wonderfully emotive.