I’m told I won’t inherit anything.
I’m told I am a narcissist.
I’m told no one loves me,
and you my blood sister
also told me,
you don’t even like me. “Get over it”, you said.
Your nonconscious death anxiety is what I heard.
I inherited from somewhere, freedom from materialism.
I am unforgiven for this.
I was given the unwelcomed role as our family scapegoat.
You rubbed rub this in.
No one loves me? You don’t even like me?
See my ✋ hand? Stop projecting.
It’s you openly speaking about you, not me.
I won’t inherit a thing, because you decided I won’t.
You already made a long ago self-made promise to take everything
all for yourself.
To punish me for being a Freed Spirit?
Because you could not be a Free Spirit for yourself.
Our OCD narcissist dad. Our narcissist mom – you are like them.
Highly death anxious and deny that you are.
Like them will die denying you are dying when you are dying.
Leaving behind, as a remembered hoarder.
Leaving behind a Storage Room Home Life.
Boxes Books Closets Full of Envy, Revenge, Spiteful Jealousy.
Your nonconscious death anxiety destroying,
years ago, long long 60 years ago.
I had no chance, all those and these years.
I was and am a Free Spirit family sitting duck.
You took aim and blamed blame me for any and everything.
Your nonconscious death anxiety destroyed
any chance we had, if we ever had,
for Sisterly Love.
©️December 2024 Much Love, Deb Poems

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