'My Mother, The Metaphor'

                 

My mother

the metaphor

always did

the wrong thing

but to this day

will dispute the

accusation

She taught me

devotion

through the

perpetuity

of devoured

vodka bottles

She taught me

perseverance

by waking up

hungover each

morning and

conquering

it by noon

She taught me

nothing lasts

forever by

leaving my dad

and the many

men after him

She taught me

catharsis

by feeding me Xanax

once I could no

longer except her

self-obsessed

psychotic behavior

She taught me

how to prioritize

when she took

me trick or treating

then turned around

a half of block down

to continue her drinking

My mother

the metaphor

taught me all

the wrong things

my form of rebellion

is to do the opposite

Bad examples can be

just as beneficial

as good ones

thanks, mom

I'm a better person

because of it

Written by Michael Marrotti 

Michael Marrotti is an author from Pittsburgh using words instead of violence to mitigate the suffering of life in a callous world of redundancy. His primary goal is to help other people. He considers poetry to be a form of philanthropy. When he's not writing, he's volunteering at the Light Of Life homeless shelter on a weekly basis. If you appreciate the man's work, please check out his blog:www.thoughtsofapoeticmind.blogspot.com for his latest poetry and short stories.