Is a child meant
to carry her father’s legacy?
The discomfort of his skin
rubbing against her dreams
till she is fallen, raw,
paralyzed and unable to flourish?
Is a daughter meant
to carry the burden
of her father’s grief?
His powerlessness hers?
His fate hers to shatter?
I wear my father’s hurt
like a personal affront
am armed to go to battle
searching for the words
that will set us both free
He lying in his grave
me, awake and able.
(Photo collage my own)
Whew. Your work has been particularly poignant lately, VJ. Thank you for these sentiments ❤
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Thanks K. I’m doing some deep digging.
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No, she’s not! ((hugs))
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This is very moving!
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Thank you
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“The discomfort of his skin
rubbing against her dreams” 🤯
Brava
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🙏
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Whoa VJ POWERFUL work 💥
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Thank you
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Vj- this was powerful and even though sad and heavy, seemed important and I liked your audio track for it
💚💚💚
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Thanks Yvette. It was an important breakthrough moment for me.
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hugs to you my friend
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I hope you can find the words to set you both free, VJ.
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Thanks LuAnne
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Fathers and daughters, that’s a tricky relationship. My dad really only had brothers and did not know how to relate to little girls, and he had two daughters. He did his best. I stumbled through. We did share a love for words and stories. In fact, I think he gave me that gift. I hope you can find the words to set you both free, VJ.
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Thank you. Not being exposed to girls growing up would be hard. Mine had five sisters, lol.
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I ask the same questions for the same reasons.
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Sorry you can relate
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Very emotional poem. Love it so much <33
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Thank you
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Makes me feel sad for you, VJ. It’s a powerful poem.
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Thank you
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Generational guilt is hard to break free of, yet our parents’ lives are not ours to atone for. It’s hard enough to atone for our own. (K)
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Well, you got that right. Heavy burdens all around
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Whether we like it or not, we do carry our parents’ legacy.
Your opening stanza creates a very compelling image. Raw and powerful.
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Thanks Punam
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You are welcome, VJ.
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If it’s a negative or painful legacy, I would say no.
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Very powerful and moving poem VJ
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Thanks Sadje
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You’re welcome!
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The discomfort of his skin
rubbing against her dreams
till she is fallen, raw,
paralyzed and unable to flourish?
A powerful image.
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Thanks Heather
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S evocative of the legacy
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Yes. Thanks
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Fine work, VJ. Thanks
PLEEEZE don’t make me say ANYthing about my old man…
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Ok, I won’t. 😁
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Like it or don’t, our parents, pass what they received in their childhoods down to us, without realizing that their so-called, “love” is doing more harm than, good, and, because we’d been hurt ourselves, it’s, more than likely, we will also, damage our own young, as we’d been, damaged by our own, parents, unless, we are, EXTREMELY, self-aware of what had happened in our childhoods, meaning that, we don’t, BLOCK it out, but, that’s not the case, as, humans, always, TRY to, avoid, re-experiencing the pains we experienced, and, if we don’t acknowledge we’d been, abused by the two people who WERE, supposed to, love us, how can we be aware enough, consciously, to, NOT pass it down to the next, generation? So, the abuse keeps on getting passed down the line, maybe, just not, in the same, form, but, the vicious cycle will, keep on, rolling.
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So true. It’s why I have tried to do the hard work. Still, as you say, the legacy continues
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