Departure

All childhood is departure,
a slow exile from belief.

So I took an axe to a tree
and saw my name fall cleanly.

It fell not with roses,
but with something ruined,
something achingly human.

And so I offered myself
without ribbon,
and without intimacy.

But the inheritance we carried
wasn’t in a name but in love,
badly taught,
and life too loosely held.

Still, the world does not stop
for pain. It keeps spinning
despite us, around us,
until we learn to turn with it.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

As we exit out of childhood, we learn some cruel things about growing up…. Much of it is finding ourselves, trying to find love, but it may be somewhat painful, as our inherited traits haunt us,,,,and because the clock keeps ticking and our pace of life may not catch up. Nice!
Warmly
B🌷