Played us with hopeful promises – glimpses of calm – our tyrant father. (Added for Fandago’s Daily prompt: Control) (Written for Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge
The years have done their damage, resentments, like border guards, line up between us… and then you just show up, as if somehow that makes
This path I walk is not my own; it’s paved with genetic markers, familial dysfunction, and ancestral angst. Can you see them walking with me?
Tired of same old endings, in which hopes are slaughtered and tragedy and insanity win. Raised by the bottle, learned to set standards low –
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