Blessing


I am here.
My Mother is not here -
I am not her
-and-
Her dry voices
Whispering disappointment
Are not mine. I leave them,
-so-
Walking onward in my life.

I am here.
My Father is not here -
I am not him
-and-
His cold lips
Shouting inexplicable rages
Are not mine. I leave them,
-so-
Walking onward in my life.

They are my past;
I am here now.
My past is past;
I am here now.
I step over traps and obstacles
Walking onward in my life.


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