Michele’s Musings
Turning Over Rocks
“Why be difficult
when you can always
be impossible?”
My family’s motto,
when I was growing up.
We lived in clouds,
ephemeral universe
All or nothing mind-set
badgered us into paralyzing inaction,
circular conundrums,
promises meant to stop questions,
not solve problem
“Don’t answer the phone!” admonitions
when I was home alone, sick,
escaping whatever had me
in its grip that day or week
Blame and shame
games and names
hiding in books read
by shadowed night-light
to tame the monsters
lurking under my bed,
in the closet,
beyond the toys
strewn across the floor
beyond the closed door
to my personal space and mind
Child of parents
whose fractured worlds
never resolved enough to give them
strength to shelter their offspring
the way this one needed
But I was loved
and encouraged to dream big,
reach beyond what was,
by my father
live his words
not the life we had
I gained my own,
tiny shard by shard
years later, loved,
protected, cherished,
with someone who believes in me,
loves me
without needing to understand
more than he does
learn to trust,
push past fears, worries
I’ll never be enough, do enough,
justify my own existence
Learn I have to prove
nothing to the world.
I have the right just to be,
eclectic, whimsical,
inconsistent entity
in love
with my life
as I inch
toward myself
Ⓒ Michele M. Graf
11-7-11
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