it’s a thing
overwhelm
I placed it upon my own shoulders
took in my son
then the other more difficult
more like his father
things I’ve not entirely worked through in the replication
but there’s more
my own self worth trust
instinctive regard for who I am and what I have to offer
how dare he I want to shake my fist and scream
but this time it is my son
not a man I met before I knew better
and was allowing the world to navigate my ship
rather than my hand
worth so much
more now I can handle the challenge
but more now want nothing of it
and for him to fix who he is