I am acting out of prudence

I am acting out of prudence

And not of foolish hope

My child shall remain Nonexistent

Yes!  This must be so

 

They will never have a parent

Unable to fulfill their own needs

For pouring from an empty cup

Only works in fantasies

 

They will never have a parent

Trying to heal from Herculean trauma

Putting them in numerous crossfires

Replete with drama

 

They will never have to live

In a state of isolation

As protection

From repudiation

 

They will never have to choose

Between silence and stagnation

Or the challenging conundrum

Of voicing and vexation

 

They will never feel

Like a burdensome lot

Or an inscrutable vagabond

In search of a spot

 

They will never have to endure

A parent's vanity

A parent's spiritual delusions

A parent's insanity

 

And so Nonexistence

Will be my child's abode

To chose the alternative and hope for the best would be foolish

So yes.  This must be so

This poem is about: 
Me

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