The Disease of Reaching for Stars That Don’t Exist

As just a young child….
no matter what was done, it was never enough.

A breath was too soft,
a scream too abrasive,
a request too demanding,
aspirations too small,
and for the one creating the standards;
he knew it all,
even if it only existed in his father’s head.

His mom, brother, and sister were his sanity. 

They prayed he would never lose that and they made sure he never did.


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