Came from that tree was lightning struck
Split right down the middle into two &
After years of trying to find answers in the sky
a father’s mouth can be a beautiful vista that looks
Out over the pacific, it can also be a crater, the release of
those explosions from his magma chamber in defense
It will drive you to bitterness and even to the point of hate,
Hate for self, bared from seeing self-worth due to the fallout.
And a mother’s hands can be honey and dusk-light, they can also be
A labyrinth of thorns and emotional pitfalls that will keep you
Spinning for years not knowing if you can fully be you.
A family is defined by its cycles:
What’s kept, what’s discarded, and how it healed
(or hasn’t).
