Ghosts of My Past
Slipped paper under the sink in my toilet.
Put cash secretly straight into my wallet.
Promised to quick write me a check.
If I ever were to run all out of luck.
Conflict rages within my crazy head
Am I using you to secure my bread
I fear I‘ll turn into my own daddy,
Forever dependent on others, sadly.
I admire your desire to protect me
And cherish the feeling of security
But what if this builds us a chasm —
Money ain’t worth weakening our passion.
What will your family think
Will my merits wipe out in a blink
The only question that needs to be asked
Is -“can I overcome the ghosts of my past?”
©️ Siva Raj, 2020