You can follow my tracks.
Take them 40 years back
To a man on the sea
Never sailing to me.
And a mother all alone
Packing up and heading home.
I’m sure they once had plans
For their bundled little man
But those plans never panned,
Blueprints in a trashcan.
She left me with her parents,
In search for another marriage.
But I guess that didn’t work
Except to further embed the hurt.
And by then I was ten,
Tired of hurting yet again.
Somewhere along those lines
I must have lost my mind.
So, let’s send me to the shrink
And see what he thinks.
Playing chutes and ladders
And probing my mind matters,
Like my brain wasn’t the same
As any kid in a neglected game.
Here’s a pill for hurting for that loss.
The could have beens, what ifs, the because…
Driving Gary and Chicago loops
Back and forth parental swoops
‘Til just leave me alone, they fly the coop
And I paid the price for no love recouped.
© Christopher Allen Breidinger
Excerpt from the book “Poet Christopher’s Myths, Methods, and Golden Messages”
About the Author
Christopher Allen Breidinger is an American poet and author currently residing in Winter Haven, Florida with his wife and daughter. This is the third book in the Golden Trilogy Series. Be sure to also check out Scenes, Dreams, and Golden Schemes and Myths, Methods, and Golden Messages.
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