Did you ever consider your willingness
to tolerate harassment
was conditioned by my hand?
As brothers do,
our relationship is marked by many bouts.
I took great pride,
even a sense of identity,
from exercising my dominance.
I demanded victory and respect…
because I was always terrified to lose.
to fall short of the fantasy I built in my mind.
My insecurities were unjustly thrust upon you.
I was too afraid to confront them,
I wonder how far down this psychological abuse runs
at the core of yourself?
How much does it color the lens of your world view?
It certainly makes me wonder
what kind of person you would have become
had I not been there.
Would you be the writer instead?