Getting Caught (Thank You) Poem by Josh Brabender

Like I'm stuck dead in a cloud
I train my way to the nearest seat.
Unaware that people are aware
That I'm incapable of function.
I slur out half-words to my parents and their parents.
Thinking I fooled them once more like months before.
But the SWAT team of a father took me to reality.
and by the now-ripped shirt neck
Going home was a blur, Probably lacked emotion.
Blank Faces
Oh, But It was I the fool in the car,
for inside them burned a million thoughts
And even at home, quiet, and patient.
I begged for a meeting, but.
Like the other hours, they're quiet in their refusal
Good Thing.
They were my meeting as it turned
and my slap in the face
and my hovering bully
and my reality check
and my available shoulder.
Had they let me wonder to that meeting
I never would be coherent to produce these words
to say..
Thank you.

-For Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Jeremy, Sydney, And everyone else who has helped me, or felt pain because of me. I’m More grateful than You will ever know.