He has ideals of grandeur

distorted with monumental delusions

She has misfiring synapses

overwhelming her motherly mind

Does the apple fall far enough from the tree?

Love unconditional

does not quench these fears-

rather, manipulates and manifests

as from the two together

I emerged

Can I rise above?

With time and patience

virtue is not enough

with strength and hope

will is not enough

because without words, without thought

they plead



But this is uncertain as one cannot escape fate

and I am forever tethered

to my equivocal origin