All my life I have written stuff down, some poetic maybe, other just letting go. I am viewed as a weirdo by some (they tell me so) because of my tendencies with the written word. This poem is just me trying to make sense of it.
In fact it reminds me of the Jack Nicholson film "The Shining". To us poets, this is our wee "shining", though hopefully without the need to go through a door with an axe..!
I suppose we all just want to be understood and accepted, especially by family.