All The Existential Questions

I like to think that 

the letters were for somthing

more than 

sentiment

and the flowers

were more than 

just beautiful.

 

I want to think that 

my grandma's reputation

and my mom's regrets

don't have to be daunting,

and sometimes the best you can do

is breath.

 

I need to stop thinking so much,

or so I've been told.

But I can't help but wonder

if my thoughts 

are really 

such a bad thing to have?

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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