The sins of my father rest
Upon my shoulders, sinking my chest.
Like a yoke with two buckets
Straining sinew in my knees.
The buckets are full to the brim
Five gallons each, contents grim.
The lids are on, I dare not open them.
To do so would force me to face what is within.
I carry this yoke ignorantly by choice
Perhaps to avoid having to voice
My true feelings, hunkered inside
My chest, now failing, falling towards feet.
My back is tired, it creaks and cramps
I should have left the lids over those lamps
If I had, I would not have seen the buckets
I would not have seen the yoke, I would not carry it.
I question why I am the one who lifts,
Why I am the one whose foot shifts.
Is it love? Is it hate? Is it a way to be civil?
Am I just being complacent? Compliant?
I have to believe it is love.
We all have those things which shove
Us to our feet- demand payment.
I choose to help lift, to carry these burdens
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Beautiful, well written and has me thinking….why do I carry the burdens of a parent/parents? Thought provoking, thank you
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Thank you for your insights. I wonder why we carry the burdens of others. Although, I would and will gladly continue to do so. Sort of a painful joy I suppose.
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you! π
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Wow! Powerful description of journeys I’m familiar with. Well said!
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Thank you! I hope you are able to feel the sense of family love while wanting to accept ignorance for some family member’s past mistakes
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Do you mean yoke? And I quite like the way you describe your struggle.
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My goodness, what a silly mistake! Updated, thank you so much π
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Well done. I can feel the pain and fear of his past.
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Thank you, Kara. That is the intention
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Loved the poem.
I like your metaphors: the yoke, the buckets, the lids. Also this line: My back is tired, it creaks and cramps. So evocative! Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for your insight! I had a lot of “fun” writing this one and relying heavily on imagery.
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Weighty words of love / The labor of poetry / Duty to oneself
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Thank you for noticing the words of love
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“We all have those things which shove
Us to our feet, demand payment.”
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I think I’ll fall asleep tonight thinking about this part.
#sigh
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I feel that often. Restless thoughts that push you around and steal sleep are no fun
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I think we’re doing this in hope that each generation learns new lessons and completes a new circle. With each generation, we understand more about life and about ourselves. Love your perspective though, choosing to do so, and also out of love, sounds beautiful.
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Thank you. I have to agree, we are progressing with each generation. The goal of parenting, or so I hope, is to give your children a better life than you were given.
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It gave me goosebumps…
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Thank you, good to hear
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Beautiful, honest and very deep.
Thank you for sharing.
Also I think that if how long can one go on carrying them, the burdens I mean, a breaking point will eventually come when one will have to choose if it’s really worth it to lose yourself while holding on something already lost.
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Yes, that is true, but hopefully someone can come along and help carry the load by then
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Abstract deep ideas very well personified in the poem… impactful…
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Thank you, Geet
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You’re welcome…
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It was awesome. It felt like you are describing my story through your poem. Idk I still canβt take this off my mind.
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Good! I’m glad that you connected, that is my dream. This poem has been on my heart ever since I wrote it and I can’t get over it. I really poured myself out in this one.
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Very Kafkaesque Anand Bose from Kerala
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I must admit, I had to Google who Kafka was. I’ll take this as a compliment, thank you. I like the idea of this seeming nightmarish, so long as there is a light to be found in the nightmare.
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What a deep thought expressed with sublimity! Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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I enjoyed your poem, your descriptive style and your ability to paint imagery so vividly, but I personally don’t feel I carry the sins of my parents..if anything I hope that what I carry inside of them is what has helped me to have a light step in my journey. up to know..no lids if anything, I wish I had known them better.
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Interesting. I suppose transparency or knowledge of our upcomings and parents are something we should cherish
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Well expressed.
We unwittingly carry our childhood trauma into adulthood. Childhood conditioning can cause suffering. Healing is hard but only way forward sometimes.
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Thank you, I imagine it is the goal of most parents to give their children a better life than they had. However, we are human and don’t necessarily succeed in this
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Hi there! Not sure if you did look at my blog or whether your profile does an auto click thing to fish for visits–but if so it worked this time–I appreciate this poem. I have a sci-fi/surrealist short story (haven’t tried to publish yet) called “Sins of the Father.” It’s always fun to find another poet.
And I’ve found that the buckets get lighter as you grow less and less afraid to examine the contents, less afraid of the ups and downs of that process. Less afraid to really live, to get out there and play and fall down and scrape your knees and get back up again.
You release their contents through grief that feels good to finally express. Bit by bit. Until one day, you’ll be twirling that “yoke” like a baton and filling your freed up buckets with all the good stuff. π
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Beautiful post
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Thank you
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Amazing post
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Thank you
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Great questions to ask! If we don’t communicate, hard as it may seem, the burdens we carry became weighty, indeed.
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The weight becomes heavier in time too
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Such deep and evocative imagery! Loosening our yokes and laying down family baggage can take time and personal courage — though with perserverance one can walk toward a lighter, more peaceful tomorrow. By expressing yourself in this powerful poem, you clearly are charting your course to a life of greater freedom. P.S. Thanks for visiting my blog!
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Thank you
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