Wrong Family On The Right Side of the Tracks
By Michelle (Milan) Parsons I come from the wrong family on the right side of the tracks I come from the land of milk and honey and a life of good and plenty I come from pretty houses, swimming pools and steak every night none of which we could afford I come from tears at night when the abuse wouldn’t stop and no one would listen I come from fear and nightmares and shame everlasting. I come from a family of narcissists, gamblers, pranksters and jokesters I come from a family where everyone has a nickname but no one feels loved I come from a family where only the loudest is recognized and the quietest is never heard I come from a family who sound sincere and look good on paper but the mother doesn’t protect and the father is never around I come from pretty skin, good genes and vanity everlasting. I come from kings and crusaders, warriors and nomads I come from power and greed, treason and sedition I come from doctors and lawyers, farmers and pilots, hunters with guns and a dog by their side I come from Joan of Arc, Harriet Tubman and Amelia Earhart but my voice was never heard I come from jealousy and hatred and revenge everlasting. I come from ups and downs, chaos and confusion I come from barroom brawls, drinkers, smokers and dancers I come from a marriage of convenience and control where no one got the last laugh I come from secrets and lies and truths that will never be told I come from pain and humiliation and regret everlasting. I come from intolerance and judgment, adultery and abuse I come from a life of sabotage and subterfuge I come from humor and laughter when all else fails I come from a path that was never taken and a time I can never get back I come from hope and faith and strength everlasting. Copyright © 2013 (Michelle Parsons, Getting Back on Your Path). All Rights Reserved.
January 21st, 2013 in
Marriage
Great reminder. We can all identify one of these places where we come from. I personally identify with “I come from a family who sound sincere and look good on paper
but the mother doesn’t protect and the father is never around” I never met my dad and I never even seen a photo of him and frankly not even sure if my mother herself really know who my father is. Today I say thanks to God for His grace and mercy.