Your Strife Gave Me Life

You fail to realize the destruction seen in my tears,

Of everything you put me through in my adolescent years.

Finding it hard to see past the drink;

Never taking the time to reconsider and to think.


The divorce became too unbearable; recurrence of pain.

I had to witness your life sink down the drain.

With a fist in your left and in the right a bottle,

There was no stopping when you went full throttle.


No matter the time, I could smell it on your breath.

I hoped and prayed it would never bring you to death.

You were nothing short of a weak mother.

Nonetheless, I had no one other.


Though it has been some time, these things are in my dreams;

The sobbing, the hitting, and even the screams.

I love you the most mom, and you mean the world to me,

But it is never alright to sip away your own misery.


Forgiveness has been granted; you have changed your ways,

Even though I had to be my own parent during those days.

I now understand why you did what you did,

I just wish back then I would not have been a kid.


You haven’t been the best but look at me now,

I’ve shaped into the better of good somehow.

I will be so successful you just wait and see,

But it starts by ending alcoholism in our family tree.



This poem is about: 
My family


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