Reunions

 

Reunions

Shared memories, some half forgotten. Laughs and other scars still fresh and bleeding,

We aren't family by blood in our veins, but through enduring the same trauma from the same voices and hands. We are siblings in suffering and laughter.

Mutual rebellions in the name of love and finding ones self, we chart separate paths, reuniting decades later to reminice about our war stories. Individually, others can barely taste the bittersweet flavor of suburban modern family life, but for us it's unforgettable. We'd trade it gladly if we could, but would instantly regret giving away the painful foundations of what made us into who we are today.

Like a sea captain on his boat with flashes of swells and lost sailors memories taken by the sea, we return again and again to the source. We know we cannot conquer what we cannot escape. Yet, we return again and again, reopening the gashes and lesions out of  a spirit of duty, pride, and the unending desire to not just understand, but to ensure we never repeat the mistakes we wish never occurred.