Parent v. Parent

I have my mother's rage,

and my father's ability to walk away. this, I've learned,

is a very lonely combination.

her eyes and his face. Her hands but thicker, the wrinkles on his head and the same grin as hers. The way he stood in silence in the midst of demons and her negligent walk. Their addiction, his depression, with her anxiety. The internal battle of her unfairness and his shortcomings.

the lover he strived to be, and the go getter she sought to show me.

failure of failures.

I am the product of who should have never met.