Crevices fragrant
with rot of genetics –
this path is a minefield
Father’s legacy
has scarred any sense
of valour – tried running
But history is tricky,
catches us winded,
regurgitates tragedy
(Originally appeared on Twitter. Image my own)
Crevices fragrant
with rot of genetics –
this path is a minefield
Father’s legacy
has scarred any sense
of valour – tried running
But history is tricky,
catches us winded,
regurgitates tragedy
(Originally appeared on Twitter. Image my own)
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I agree with Martha.
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😊
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You are so talented. I love both the painting and the poem. 🙂
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Thank you!
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You are welcome. 🙂
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Sad but powerful words, VJ, and that last verse is so poignant.
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Thank you Lauren
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Great work on a very important topic!
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Thank you!
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An endless cycle, it seems.
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Yes. So many layers, I guess
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Interesting… Father’s legacy, the past catching up to you when you least expect it, and always at the most inconvenient moment. I think we all have a distant shame, a tarnished legacy, and it usually has nothing to do with us. Guilt and shame by association. 🥺🤔
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Yes. I recently read of the concept of inherited trauma – it made a lot of sense, although my father certainly left us with enough to ponder.
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💙🙏
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