The anger started when I was surrounded by strangers. There were agreements made in a different direction, a shift from the nuclear-family putting me in an uncomfortable position.
A challenging task was being formed knowing this was not the norm, I was heading down a road filled with ominous-storms.
Two sides compromised by an arranger, which did not include a long-term savior. Dealing with a deadly wrath from karmic-fractured-ruins-of-a-distant-past.
It comes down to an invasion of your space, past, and history, while forced into a blended dynamic with individuals who will never last.
It is painstaking accepting these conditions, while the [matriarch] prefers dispensing fiction.
There is no honor in struggle or strife, only poor choices made in this life. Pent-up resentment, while tracing the facts with intention.
The layers of lies, illusions, and deceptions, conducted by those with questionable decisions. A sense of urgency to take control, aggressively investigating those involved in their roles.
The truth comes out when they are gone, while analyzing who was to gain in the long run?
Interruptive-cycles & patterns part two.
Those who know me, cannot see through me.
I ponder what is unfair, although my patience remains in despair.
Blindsided by inconsistencies in my search, I question everyone to see my position, for I can rely on those who determined-through-their-own-intuition are.
It is a challenge playing the part when your life-path is consistently being [torn] apart.
All these observations are made from the heart, guided to take action and compelled to restart.
During this process I managed to evolve, however, there are lingering elements that are conveniently un-resolved.
Interruptive cycles--original poem by Adam Lasko (10/17/1994) & (10/7/2023).
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