Sometimes, I cannot choose the kind of family I come from...
The love, closeness, intimacy I long for.
The harmony, acceptance, that seems only certain choosen people are allowed to have.
It cannot be earned and cannot be justified.
More like a gift... either I am given or not.
Yet, I cannot deny that my dad loves me.
However, I cannot communicate with him.
The struggle and fustration are there.
The tension of not being understood.
There are no gentleness, no rewards,
no warmth, no encouragement.
I don't to die in the drama.
Neither do I get to move on.
No comments:
Post a Comment