What will I become?

 Not the man uprooted from their hearts?

When a father stops singing  

And a mother’s soft words

Ebb and flow through a dream

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Who will I defer to

Not the idols they carved?

When sisters turn to their worlds

And slip over the horizon?

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How will I draw breath

When I’m deprived of their stars

And the ceiling stares down

Into my haunted psyche?  

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Where will I find brothers

In this wilderness of splinters?  

Skewered by the branches

Of another felled refuge?