Twisting Reality

You are the embodiment of the pain I did not want you to feel.
Driven by the losses that have permeated your childhood.
The losses I tried to protect you from, but couldn't.
Like a rotating wheel is the rerunning of injuries that passes as therapy
Turning and twisting situations, playing a different role each time,
In replaying it your own way, you try to make it better.
Try to prove that it wasn't your fault.
You try to figure out who to blame,
Try to do it better.
Hind sight is twenty twenty, they say
But it is reality shifted on its axis.
It's not the solace you seek, it is repetition.