My old friend by Adam Shand

You were never one of
my favourite people
 too angry
 too violent
 too unpredictable
even in my youth
it was easy to see 
the wounds you carried
the crippling shame
passed down from your father
it’s been decades since we met
the last time you stared blankly at me
without a trace of recognition
this morning i dreamed you had fallen
and a man of god was gently caring
for your torn body and soul

i don’t know where you are today
    but i suspect you aren’t that lucky
you are in my heart
    and i hope you are well
    and i wish you happiness.
poem posted on 8 Sept 2023 in #healing & #reflecting

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