The past clings, like moss, nurtured by tears unshed, like sap untapped, warps minds, sense of self, craves perceptional shift – a vernal appreciation for
Whatever you do give it 110% Father’s words whirl, confuse, belittle ambiguous, at best, attainment remote I am not enough Good, better, best, never let
Hush Child; you are safe – torment ended, threat dispersed – we have survived, whole. (Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt is child & safe.)
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?
Who instigated the abandonment? It’s an ugly question – manifests pretensions – both sides righteous, blinded… when the rage subsides faith will intervene, and acceptance
Death came for me in that year of awakening before numbers doubled and puberty banished autonomy – it knocked. Peace accompanied certainty as I lay,