what is this need in me to belong and to break free?

the pathetic tattered remains of my relationships hold me. Not in comfort, but in chains.

yet, they are a ll I have. And worse, they are what my son has... and I as his loving keeper must obey.

can i create for him, what i did not have? And what of these unmet needs to I help him fulfill? I know what my emptiness is made from...can i assume what shape his might take?

and all in all we are only ever ourselves, for everything passes...