I’ll never know
what was inside the you
that I observed from
four year old eyes.
I saw the beginnings
of a mold you were forming.
A shape for your only child
to fit into and make you proud.
But my psyche did not
conform to the hollow cavity.
The architecture and accouterments
irritated my body and mind.
My creative spontaneous nature
rejected pearls and fine china.
The invariable comparisons
to perfect and proper girls
shattered my heart
and brought into existence
a perception of self loathing.
I did not turn out as you envisioned,
so you took ownership
of the talents I had, and made them
your possessions.
If only I could have known your real true self.
You never presented me with
honesty, fun, humor or reality.
They would have fit inside
the greatest mold of all.
i always rebelled at being configured to my parents typecast ... childhood would have been easier with a little honesty, fun and reality but these things many parents are without ... powerfully moving poem of the plight of an inspired child inside a domaine of indifference ...
When you write like this Janet, no one can touch you! I think it's because you have the experience of painting which causes some to have deep emotional perceptions.Sad, but exquisite poem!
This hurts - and the saddest part, perhaps, is that so many of us, I am sure, can relate... and not only us girlies, I be bound. Excellent portraiture here, Janet... saying as much about the observed as the observer. Very poignant for me right now, as you can imagine. TY and bless you, Kate. We remember that the butterfly's wings are strengthened in the struggle to be free of the crysalis... LOL xx
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2006
Oh, hell, Janet, you know how to appeal to the misery of us all with words of do-as-I-say mentality. I am yet another shining (dull) example of "going my own way," thank you, but get OUT of my way. Parents, most of them, make the tragic mistake of thinking their children are made-to-order, and one-size fits all. Horse feathers. Generations rebel. Always have, always will in a free society, even the closed, cloistered ones. Still, we like to beat ourselves over the head with misplaced guilt for most of our lives on account of our actions. I read a hell of a lot into this one, my dear.
I can totally identify with this. I never quite fit the mold my parents envisioned for me either - but I think most molds don't allow for the creative soul....they are more tailor-made for conformists and those who will march in the straight line. Not me! And certainly not you! And I wouldn't have it ANY OTHER WAY - even if it would have pleased my parents. Wonderfully written expression Janet.
So true but sometimes the trying to mold us by others turns out to be our strongest motivation to break free and be the person we are, if that makes sense. I think it worked well in your case to produce the supere lady you are.
Felix
Reviewed by Divinity 11 (Reader)
Reviewed on February 6, 2006
It is so hard for those who cry out to be themselves to fit into the molds other's set out for them
BUT TAKE HEART
your ability to pinpoint this as sad or wrong or unhealthy makes you a very special person indeed as you are a part of those that will change the way things are done in this world
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
Eileen^
Felix
BUT TAKE HEART
your ability to pinpoint this as sad or wrong or unhealthy makes you a very special person indeed as you are a part of those that will change the way things are done in this world