heaps of rain
dancing puddles
air nice and fresh
trees rejoicing
dark clouds foreboding
scary thunder
sudden lightning
attachment is a curse
to a four year old boy
whose best friend is dad
paternal separation a constant trauma
the most important person in life
limited to a mere 8 hours visitation
during the work week
one night sleepover on weekends
tricked into being born
merely to live a daily drama
overflowing with tears
cheeks cold, wet and salty
trembling, breathing ... why
casted in this tragedy of sorrow
in this war over ownership
experiencing only manipulation and control
powerless and helpless
suffering from post-traumatic-stress from divorce
torn apart inside
but can't even throw a tantrum
before being called bad
and placed in time-out
fathers are typecast
strong as a rock
unemotional
impervious to feelings
uncaring
unattached
i am weak
cry easily and nonstop
trapped in compassion
for a suffering son
guilty and confused
reality never last long
self-pity is not being in the moment
with endless escapes
misery remains
