WE BECOME

WE BECOME

Cold, aloof

You pushed away your own flesh and blood

That which you were supposed to love

Fertile seed

Absent father

Don’t get too close for you may find

the cries that echo in the vacuum of your silence
too deafening

Unresponsive

Retracted love

I push 
you pull 
away

I became

My Father

(c) Teresa / Divinia 16th June 2014

 

picture credit - Night Tide by Beatriz  Schiller

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