the youngest ARM
Anger calls out to you, and addresses you with full confidence
Needing that aggression to feel accepted, feeling out of place otherwise.
Thoughts retracing last steps, words, or possible wrongdoings
Holding onto conviction in the places that you can
Open to hearing the words of your enemy
Noting which battle is worth fighting
You, I’ve never met and love all the same
Trying every avenue to forgive and be forgiven
Overthinking last steps, words, and possible wrongdoings
Needing some stability in an unsure time
You remain open and loving, and I greedily accept
This poem is about:
My family