To trust just this once
My earliest memories taught me
love is a tool used to manipulate,
to hurt, to force one’s will, to teach others to
behave in a specific way.
A promise one made but never meant.
In essence make believe, a fairytale like the movies,
a happily ever after that never really was.
My world view throughout life. Keeping others at a distance to protect the shell of self.
Into parenthood i brought these values, giving what I had, an offering unwanted by all before. Can kids see through?
Once, even grown, she said she wanted
to spend time with me,
I found it quite disconcerting.
Overwhelmed by the realization that
her affection for me was genuine.
No hidden agenda, a desire to connect.
Hide my surprise, emotion washed over me.
Is it possible, genuine affection, one for another?
Did the world shift?
is it true? Perhaps it’s real.
Maybe I can trust. Maybe just this once.
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