Father told me I had no problems – didn’t even know what problems were, so I tucked away grief, pretended, mastered the art of suppression
When it comes to caring, I’m a pro – engaged, wholehearted, well… except that my toddler self joins in, and no matter how proper I
I loved him with the passion of a child – he was the sun and I the golden calf – a mutual worship, trust and
We dream of knights to lift us from our woes men of steel, whose arms hold us tight, protect us for we are weak…wait, what?
As mothers, who are concerned, as sons, who are seeking guidance, as daughters, for whom our fears mount? I don’t have the answers, maybe not
Tie myself to instability, conditioned to believe that sensibility fluctuating with insanity is acceptable. Insert responsibility to compensate for immaturity, am idle unemployable, would pack