Ahnenruf | a poem

how many mental illnesses went undiagnosed

passed for normal

raised you

and me


I ran out of pity because you never ran out of apologies


in the cracks of awareness

you could have found your own voice

and held on to it


but you let the fire spread


and you repeated what made sense to you

you forgot who you were

when you tried to do better

when you were faced with us

something came back to haunt you

to get you, to repeat its patterns and mistakes

in your name

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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