Showing posts with label Parental rejection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parental rejection. Show all posts

Monday, 13 May 2019

Mother's Day 2019 (May 13, 2019)



Damn my emotions
Cursing the tears.

Realizing
Am triggering myself
Thinking about dad.

Thought
I had gotten past
This healing stage.

Looking back
So stoic
About publicly sharing
His emotions.

Having been told
Suck it up
When displaying
My pain.

Doing so
Is denying
Who I am.

Wiping away tears
As my vision
Grows too bleary.

And yet
He stood by
When struggling
With depression/anxiety
Throughout my schooling years.

Bitter mental laughter
Fills my mind
As I think
About Sunday’s irony.

Mother’s Day
And anniversary
Of his birth date.

There’ll be
No card
Nor gift giving.

Never mind
Sitting down
For dinner.

These raw emotions
Have never healed
From mom’s
July 1, 2006 rejection
Of me.

I’ve tried
Numerous times
To meet her demands
Without betraying myself.

And yet
Her fear and distrust
Remains.

A terminal cancer
For our parent/child

Relationship.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: For 3 days, I struggled with this, unable to write anything for this poem. As my emotions took me, on an emotional roller coaster ride that shook me, to my core. I’ve not feel the depth of emotions like this, since my opa’s death on my 14th birthday, 35 years ago. Yes, I’m dating myself, with this admission.

Tuesday, 14 June 2016

The Painful Divide (June 14, 2016)

We didn't ask
To born different
From the world.

Just are.

Coming from
All religions
And ethnic groups.

We are
Your sons
And daughters.

With whom
You openly shared
Your love and compassion
Without a second thought
As we grew up.

For some
The knowledge
Of our LGBT+ nature
Was too much.

Rejecting us
As if
We are
Carriers of death
To you.

Please understand
We haven't closed
Our hearts
To you.

Even if
You have closed
Yours.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Since, my accidental outing of myself, to my mom, on July 1, 2006, I have tried several times, to bridge the gap, between us, to no avail. Although, she denies it, fear grips her, as her body language and eyes betrayal her lies, to me. For other members of the LGBT+ community, they are faced, with even more violent reactions, from their parents, in the form of physical attacks and threats of death, should that parent see them, again. To outright shunning of them, as if, they had already died.

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