Thursday, October 20, 2016

Janette Hoppe #53 The Burden of Unwanted Daughters

I have spent my life time running,
questioning...
my mother use to tell me I was schizophrenic
my fright
fight
and flight
all locked in
a vicious cycle
of the burden child

I have spent my life time running,
questioning...
Why me?
my mother once told me I was born evil
my fright
flight
and freeze all locked in
hanging by my umbilical cord
the lack of oxygen
was always going to be a burden
as much as a child could be

I have spent my life time running,
questioning...
and even at forty
my mother's words still make me feel so small
so insignificant
my flight
and fight are all that is locked in now
I will freeze no more
I will no longer be frightened
I will at times however,
turn the other cheek
But beware!
the day I choose to fight will break the cycle
the day I choose to fight will be my mother's burden.

6 comments:

  1. this poem really does convey a sense of running, of flight.... keep strong!

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  2. So glad to see your lines again J, and this halt then run one so true to bone dread born wrong girlhood. Kez x

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