Father Issues Poem, by Kimi brockley, at My poetic side

I was a wallflower you couldn't reach,
So you tore through my roots,
Like a raccoon.
Now I'm growing in your garden,
A prisoner- I'm not guilty of your insecurities.
You're not my maker,
Now I'm free,
My petals are growing elsewhere,
Your hands oiled while I slip through them.
Don't pick me up-you'll only drop me again.
The memories are fading-
Isn't that a relief?
My psychosis is revealing,
Oh the lessons it has taught me-
Learn learn learn; I never do.
I thought you were my teacher-
Teaching teaching teaching;
the habits that exhale from those lips.
My father embedded in your demeanour.
Martin, release me- release him;
There's no power between us,
Only your ego and my naivety.
I want to be a women; but your creativity moulds me into a girl.
The man I need does not possess you;
I need the protection-not this superficial security.
Are you connected by wires or by heart?

Author: Kimi brockley ( Offline)
Published: October 23rd, 2017 16:29
Comment from author about the poem: So, here's a little bit of context... This poem encompasses my spiritual closure of my Dad's (Martin) passing when I was 11, in correlation with my relationships with men since. I've had a rough ride with men due to my abandonment issues which I convey in this poem. My Dad was an alcohol and a smoker which became inherent tendencies on my behalf- however, my relationships with men were mere reflections of these addictions. As someone who has lost a 'father-figure', there is a 'thirst' to nurture the broken (aka broken men) but like my Father, these men have broken me in many ways. Only a few years later, have I come to terms with everything and healed my wounds; I am grounded and in a happy relationship of almost 2 years.
Category: Reflection
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