Asterion ~ Tuesday, September 23, 2025

I am an adult-child of dysfunction

Is it now too late to fix what they broke
still, I wait for my turn to enjoy life

it has been fifty-six years of torment
this may not be poetry but I spoke

nervous to trust others or to make friends
observe the world at ease, enjoying strife
work, keep my head down, the stick appears bent

the illusion, light refracts in water
obviously, a straight stick as light bends
optical illusion, a turn of phrase

literature, analogy, a trope
am I, Asterion, lost in a maze
truly, the hero holds the thread of hope
echoes of a voice silence my daughter

take me across the world, never return
older than Simon who returns back home

foreigner in a strange land, my hero
in search of adventure, the embers burn
xenophobia, my fear of others

wicked candle flame flickers, honeycomb
haunted by the past, I am a zero
argue and contradict, you read, I write
transform the world through language, what bothers

the family, accountability
hatred, greed, and delusion, three poisons
ever-present in my humility
yet, with hostility the rooster runs

broken for miles with guilt and shame, snake bite
rope around my neck, hang up my track spikes
on the coat hook, no medal, no trophy
kiss my dreams goodbye and marry Sophie
each mistake leads to wisdom, lightning strikes

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