My father followed Sigmund Freud

In choosing his partners

To fill a void

In them his children had

An experience like his

but not as bad

I sat with him at a table outside

Held a mirror up to him as I cried

I told him I love him

But to please

Understand his accountability

He looked at the ground then lifted his head

Then told me I was right with what I said

All I did was pull at strings

Of his suffering that stings

Somewhere in there he has a heart

To get to it I ripped him apart

There he is the broken man

I found him down and offered my hand

I’ll keep untangling this web

To heal my family until I’m dead