parenting
parenting is not for wimps
she said with a smile that
was conspiratorial in nature
parenting
has moved me to scream
find myself curled in the
corner, a shell
parenting
has brought me joy
the tears of first flesh
warm in my arms
parenting
is the road i travel
intertwined, destined
until death
parenting
i am
parenting
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Vortex
Well, today has been a bust.
Rise to the surface, take a breath and feel the sun on our faces only to be pulled down by the whirlpool of drama that stems from so much in this family. The line that demarcates where to push and where to yield is more of a broken path of breadcrumbs than a definitive line. This ambiguity brings with it so much pain, fear and tears.
Couched in the many layers of culture, familial upbringing, historical interaction and disappointment; the smallest disagreement can and often does spin into a vortex of dissension and upheaval. So, here I sit with a post-emotive hangover with a household suspended in inaction.
Rise to the surface, take a breath and feel the sun on our faces only to be pulled down by the whirlpool of drama that stems from so much in this family. The line that demarcates where to push and where to yield is more of a broken path of breadcrumbs than a definitive line. This ambiguity brings with it so much pain, fear and tears.
Couched in the many layers of culture, familial upbringing, historical interaction and disappointment; the smallest disagreement can and often does spin into a vortex of dissension and upheaval. So, here I sit with a post-emotive hangover with a household suspended in inaction.
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