Weighted down. I swallow rocks to anchor this restlessness – no exit available. Would love to re-locate, check self-assessment into a sunnier place – but
How to separate oneself from church, from religion – the indoctrination, like skin so firmly attached…yet… there is testimony, and doubt stirring, encircling – stories
Hush Child; you are safe – torment ended, threat dispersed – we have survived, whole. (Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt is child & safe.)
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?