A Moment of Mistake
When will I finally be free from the past?

I hold you partially responsible
For my life in the current state
Unstable, unsafe, unutterable
Melted with as many unusual shapes
As I can imagine
Omitting your normal model of life as much as I could
To escape from the cliché
All I have is what I have learned myself
In a country I understand
Although all its rules, rumbles, rattles
Give me creeps and headaches, yet coexisting
With my point of view
Which you have always despised
Both of you trying to fight
Me as an enemy
I wonder why, if I’m not a threat to you
So, what for?
To hide in the recesses of your minds
That your daughter is nobody, but she has to survive
Even if every single day
It’s like climbing Mount Everest
Without the right equipment
Allowing an appropriate apogee
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For my parents
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revised on 17 August 2021
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About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...


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