My brother is a beautiful soul and kind being. He has had a long and unfortunate battle against himself which initiated from extreme difficulties beyond his control. Growing up with him was a special kind of challenge. Only recently have I found a way to accept him. These are my thoughts from exactly 6 years ago. I love you, Michael.
6/13/2008
My Brother
Walk into the house
where we call grew up
Try to rewrite history
No one can stop you
Break the harmony with tension
Enjoy it if you can
OR continue to suffer silently sober
Still that same scared child
Alone you feel
So you run
and have been
Now it’s been a year since I knew you
A year since I believed in you
That you could beat this
You say, “you can’t.”
and it’s too late.
Don’t be a child
it’s time to learn to be a man
Or its time to resign
and give in
and the next time we meet
will be in heaven
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