It is only a recent outpouring but thinking of my father today I’ve decided to reblog this poem.
It seemed you lived such a long way from me
So far
That now I have no choice
But to look for you
In the moon and the stars
Who knows what silent sorrow
Your heart privately kept
As you worked away in the garden
I only remember how lonely it was
To be longing to be beheld
But then I realise
A parent can only repeat their past
And as a young man you took yourself
So far from a home
Under threat
Nursing dreams of success (?)
Was it any wonder then
That your death
Led me to do the same
Years later she said to me
Get as far away as you can from ‘that one’
Pointing to my mother
‘Do what you father did’.
Was it that I was then just meant
To unconsciously repeat a tragic lonely past?
And so I ran and crashed
Until…
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Emerging From The Dark Night 