Tyrannical, my father’s reign; the ensuing understanding of relationship dynamics twisted. Violence and threats peppered with “I love you”, as if one was synonymous with
That day, crossing the parking lot, raven swooped past, snake in clasp – I took it as a sign, hurried my steps. The ward nurse
Am not the woman my children once called Mother – can see the disappointment in their anger-blotched expressions, feel the constraint in their voices –
I dined on your expectations, enticed by the spice of your words – insatiable this hunger for approval. Mistook self-assuredness for wisdom – how bitter
Balanced sustenance – a recipe I seek, but my mate is needy, treasures extremes, pulls, tugs – despite the resistance, the doubt, I will succeed.
All relationships have walls, the therapist offered Walls, I could handle – build a ladder, scale – seems there was no help for the vortex