Why did you leave Me?
How dare you ?
When you were not even barely here?
I’m so fucking mad.
All this emptiness is your absence
Dad’s was minor by comparison.
I’m tired of forgiving you, being understanding.
Fuck your career. You children need you
Not some therapy or concepts of growth or healing
Leave your anger with dad there and embrace your children.
I know that you can’t. And I grieve that as well.
Always this rage that I am the victim of a victim of a victim
That was the perpetrator. Where else but here now
Can I end this horrid fucking chain of grief?
I just want it all to die
Now.
Be over. Be accepted. Be healed.
Embraced finally as god. Or fact.
An opportunity just to be with this heartbreak
The one at the beginning, in the garden
From our mother
The earth.
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