At Some Point
(May 15, 2008)
Anxious, chaotic thoughts
My fears unexplained by logic or even a specific memory.
I am caught in the tangle of what happened long ago.
This story is about what didn’t happen.
Undetected was your love.
Like a puzzle missing pieces,
a puzzle that can’t
be finished.
Suffering the affliction of neglect.
Anguish is something difficult to define.
It hurts.
It brings toxic thoughts.
Why am I unclear? Do you love me?
Why is it that, continuously, it seems I return,
To anxious, chaotic thoughts.
Confusing, violent, soul-crushing dreams.
Undetected was your love.
Like a puzzle missing pieces,
a puzzle that can’t
be finished.
Again and again, year after year,
no matter how hard I work
Always back to this again,
Do you love me? Why am I unsure?
Boundaries crossed, again and again,
you take me places a child should never go.
And then, you push me away (that’s what it feels like) but it is
More like indifference.
Boundaries crossed, and you share
From your life things I was never meant to know.
Perhaps that is the only way to be your child;
The only open place in your heart.
I must go there, within my own discomfort.
Must I allow you to take me down those twisted paths
That only led to mortification.
Boundaries crossed. I am uneasy.
Distressed.
Nervous.
Unsettled.
Why that’s how I felt growing up!
Undetected was your love.
Like a puzzle missing pieces,
a puzzle that can’t
be finished.
No longer a child, when will I
let you go?
An anxious, chaotic life is no longer for me.
At some point, I must walk away
And find within
what I need to survive.
Acceptance of who I am,
lovable, genuine, predictable.
Moody, insecure, doubtful.
Pulled in two directions,
it is time to Become.
At some point, I must grow up.
Daily, I choose.
I choose the path I will journey down.
Will I walk the path of anxious, chaotic thoughts?
Or will I walk away?





Especially expectations of Christmas, stated and unspoken. I am overly aware of money or lack of it, kitsch or classy decorations, who is spending or not, and how special I can make things for my children and family. This focus on material becomes enormous, crowding out what’s going on inside me.
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