I'm denial about the sins of my fathers
Clustered within a dark place
Securely guarded by illusions
The thoughts of me
Or anyone close to me
Being an inhere threat to self were concealed
I allowed deception to eat away reality
I was a victim victimized by me
Paraded to shame
A state of denial itself
Denying that those close to me were the devil
Denying that that devil was me
And so destruction of the self was inborn and outborn
Inside me and around me
We are defined by two forces
One within and the other without
The sins of my fathers
My denial
Two forces
A definition that make me a me
2 comments:
This is one of the last few words I had hoped to share with you guys before barricading myself into my beautiful Africa this summer.I missed the last Banquet and the loss I feel right know is akin to that one could've felt after missing the Lord's Last Super. Anyways I hope you'll find words hidden between the lines of this poem that speak to your particular situation just like I have through reading it over and over again to myself.
I think this is a wonderful message, and though I have only read it once I can already tell that each time I read it... probably over and over this summer it will speak something new to me each time. We missed you at the last banquet and I wish you the best at home this summer.
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