poemetry

2020-6-16

at what point
in my life
did i lose
the ability
to make a decision
and act on it?
when did
living my life
on my own terms
stop being
an option
for me?
did those
grade school bullies
make fear
stronger than
self-belief?
did my parents’
desertion of me
along with
their marriage
drain hope
of substance?
how did i
not learn
in all the years
since
the means
to live
and make my
dreams come
true?
was i right
to learn
to hate
myself?
to grieve
almost every
choice
i made?
when did it become
too late
for anything
better?

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