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Letter

if only i could write
a letter to my
six year old self...
hey you
i have something to tell you
about your relatives*
the ones that
act so happy to see you now
ask about everything
going on with you
asking how school is going
asking about the
piano
later on it'll be
saxophone
horseback riding
cross-country
army
parachuting
college
law school
this might sound crazy
to you now
but they are
not what they seem
in a few years
a movie will come out
called the labyrinth
it will help you
understand
you need to
treat these people
like sarah treats
the goblin king
say to them
"you have no power over me"
because if you don't
it will be so much harder
later on
they will smile to your face
make you believe
they're family
when in reality
they're just like
that goblin king
just want to control you
then laugh at you
then abandon you
when they've used you up
when you no longer
suit their purposes
mock everything
about you
including everything you love
insult your
husband and son
the only ones
who will show you
true love
as parkinson's disease
closes in on your husband
your hand in his
even as his heart fades
his love burns on stronger
forever
still they mock him
call him a dumb redneck
not even human
they brush off his death
as a mosquito
not even to be acknowledged
their mocking laughter
still echoing
i know you don't understand
a lot of this now
but you will
never lose this letter
and i know
you still have to sit
next to them now
go to their church
listen to the lies
but never forget
what they are
i'd tell you
escape if you could
but God put you here
for His own good reasons
not least of which
two beautiful men
coming into
your life
one day
who will
show you the meaning
of unconditional love
you'll be ok...








*with a notable exception - she never would have wanted this. she is not proud of them.

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