Into the wild
An insight into parentification by me and illustrator eve b
Into the wildĀ
When I grow upĀ
Go out into the wildĀ
Will my adult be spentĀ
A parentified child?Ā
My dad was the mane circus act
Trampoline, trapezeĀ
When he remembers bad times
I put his mind at easeĀ
Physical scars healĀ
The emotional ones remainĀ
Generational cycleĀ
He passes on the painĀ
He drinks, I do the huntingĀ
Provide 24 hour careĀ
My father and IĀ
Role reversed pairĀ
Cant really blame himĀ
Heās been through a lotĀ
Suppose it should fall on me
Iām all heās gotĀ
I do hope he gets betterĀ
At least sometime soonĀ
I live under the shadowĀ
Of his doom and gloomĀ
Donāt mean to play the victimĀ
Heās the one thatās troubled
But the impact of the abuse heās facedĀ
Make the trouble doubledĀ
So, I wonder..Ā
When I grow upĀ
Go out into the wildĀ
Will my adulthood be spentĀ
As a parentified child?
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Comments
Clever write...this is how it goes if you're female
Helping mam with siblings
Looking after hubby
Looking after kids
Looking after grandkids
Looking after parents
Dead.
āāEnjoy ....šš
I think Marion said it all. I did enjoy the flow you gave this write. The tables do seem to turn as we get older. I felt the worry in your words. A nice writeĀ
Gwen x
Recognize a lot of my wife's life in this poem, (her mum the source, but in her father's ancestry is a long ownership of a small circus and many performing musicians all crooked by ancestry as a parentified child traumatised for life. Gidd one from the heartš¢