Pandora’s Box (revisited)

Not sure

I went to bed

The same woman

I woke up

An act of boldness

Courage

Put your big girl pants on

Led to opening

Pandora’s box

Old battered Whitman sampler tin

Holding flotsam and jetsam

Of absent father’s life

 

Thought I was prepared

For the truths it held

Hand written letters

Ghosts calling from the past

Clues to a puzzle

Was his madness

My madness?

Does my poet soul

Vibrate in frequency with his?

Three generation inheritance

 

Dyslexia

Depression

Poetic passion

Trying to glean

Understanding of

Nature vs nurture

 

But the humble tin

Held no answers

To these questions

Pandora’s box

Revealed a man-child

Scrawl eerily similar

To mine

 

Discover

That the few truths

thought I had been entrusted with

About my parents

About our family

Were a fantasy

A fabrication

Refuted by an unexpected

Voice from their past

 

Were these lies

Half-truths

Told

To protect me

To protect his memory

To protect her?

 

There is no objective truth

To be sought

No case to put

A detective on

Only players able

To provide insight

Long-silenced

 

I am left alone

In the wee hours

To sort through

Wreckage

Left to reconcile

Who I thought they were

Who I thought we were

With the contents

Of Pandora’s box

 

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