legacy

legacy

A Poem by anne elizabeth

the daughters of angry men
will suffer again and again

too much baggage to carry, too heavy to haul, their memories all shaded by the weight of it all

the silence that's shouted, all the feelings left shrouded, suitcases are full, their closets are crowded

achievements don't matter their self worth is shattered, their exhausted from trying, with confidence scattered

their hearts always pleading 'please see me', 'please love me', their souls are imprinted by desperately needing

a turn back in time to nurture the seed, to grow in the light, adored at first sight, to be little and loved with everything right to look up and feel
finally, enough.

© 2016 anne elizabeth


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It's sad and there's a cycle. Those daughters often marry men like they're father. This is good.

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Added on September 19, 2016
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Tags: Family, hurt, fathers, daughters, value, self worth