Story Of My Life

When things got too good,
I would create pain, because pain
was all I knew.

Pain let me see through the illusion
of my father’s world, success and
pleasure…pain welded me to the truth.

It was a crude technique for keeping
my head above water: fear of drowning
in victory….or any other promise.

I saw western civilization in my family…
I was able to translate that into what was
going on…at all….it didn’t look good.

It seemed that we were all on a runaway train…
towards the future…towards progress.
It looked as if the runaway train would go on
forever…I didn’t believe it. I was right.