behind glass I am screaming
in a deep ocean far from your sight
i drown
as waves of ancestral pain cover me
deep inside
these resounding echoes of the past
I hear him crying
longing for the son he loved
then I remember how far away I had to travel
and even then there was no where safe
never a soft place
to land
lately its getting harder to stand
the loneliness
to justify to myself
the distance i keep from you
in order to keep myself safe
where is that self anyway
that could so easily be in danger?
sad to say
i ever felt that way
sad to say i shed all of those many tears
in vain
and kept myself so far away
feeding myself stories that in the end
were only
fictions
We all feel that sense of longing for the love we didn’t get from our parents growing up, and eventually, we learn through the trials of our lives, that our parents can’t love us, because they weren’t loved by their own parents properly, then, we begin, forgiving, ourselves, and let go…
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I believe our parents did love us, un their way, it was just not possible for them to show it in the way we needed since we are all evolving out of the emotionally bereft, deeply feminine love befrefy/deficit dark ages.
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