Poetry: Now, it's too late

Losing a parent sucks. Originally Created June 11th 2020

I understand the dark cloud

I too feel it, on occasion

After a while it comforts me

Like I am home, somehow connected to you

I understand the pain

I too feel it, on occasion

When I am not chosen

It brings me back to how I made you hurt

I understand the anxiety

I too feel it, on occasion

My mind races and heart pounds

I try to imagine what you would tell me

I understand your heartache

I too feel it, on occasion

Burning in my chest

Feeling angry and betrayed and unworthy

I recall my childhood

Seeing you as weak

I lacked the empathy

Now you are gone

And even though it's too late

To hash out our demons

In this moment we are the same

I no longer fight our oneness

Here I am conquering the fears

Channeling your strength

For us both