Rebuild You Poem by Thomas Plotz

Two years ago in February
My birth father passed away,
I say, it that way because,

My family is larger than
Corpus ties that are bonded, and
Include many intersecting rings;
On numerous, different levels of things,
Springs, from Interactional orders.

I was, down and blue, till I saw you
There and then, I saw my dear, love-one, and friend
With that, I felt drenched.

My emotional dam burst, holding back my bottled up past
The flood waters rage, at last, during my fall of falls.

Washing away wing dams, flooding the valley, of
Everything I was holding onto,
Everything that was hidden away.

Now, the truth has shown,
What was repressed, in rooms,
Doors of forgotten keys.

Was the suppression, part of Alzheimer's disease?
Maybe part of governmental deprogramming,
Gone too far, after the warriors' part was over?
Orders and oaths, till death do us part.

Still better to remember, than to be
Kept like a mushroom
In the dark;

There are many rooms still locked,
In time, my mind, will rebuild.


Love-ones I forgotten about too
Are they injurers of war, too?

I promise not to promise, anymore, Dear...

As the floodwaters resided,
The families love, will heal you;
As you, rebuild
You.

T. Plotz
Rebuild You
DEC 7,2015