Poetry

Chains

For someone who gives the all, their whole
I wonder why I attract bare minimum souls
Then I remember papa,
Papa taught me that bare minimum is normal
That the fact they’re just present and not active
Is more than enough, a present it seemed.
Whoever taught him that beats me.
But that’s a deep fallacy
That has rooted me in below average things

I can no longer put blame on his head
I have a mind of my own now,
Letting go, cleansing, healing:
I dare to break this link
That chained me

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