An Inner Monologue
I leapt with nothing
or was it something?
into the arms of the man
who appraises my worth
and guides me through
this age-old curse;
forever enthralled by the sound
of love songs.
so please, Dad
forget me not
or grant me the strength
to move on
from your incessant narration
from the reluctant voice in my head
reinforcing this manic depression
hoping to drown in anything but
ecstasy, bottles & smoke. let me tell you:
there are no clubs for the battered and the broke.
yet I awoke
having leapt with nothing
or was it something?
About An Inner Monologue
This poem is about my complicated relationship with my father. I’m grateful that he reaches out and that we have a relationship, but we have extremely different life views. We rarely see each other, because for many years, I’ve felt uncomfortable in his presence.
I once thought that our relationship could be salvaged. However, I also know how important it is to surround yourself with others who make you happy. I choose not to dig at past wounds and I am at peace with that.
