Apart Poem by Nika McGuin
Apart
the birthday of an affectionless
father, we are apart.
And the sister-like cousin from whom
I am growing apart.
To hear news of you - good
or bad - because we are apart
my emotions are mixed
and stirred
like confetti cake batter
I who pushed you both away
as you simultaneously pushed me
feel the doormat-like urges resurge
the impulse to dial your numbers
fades as quickly as it came
I still know
your natures
and why we
tend to clash.
it pains me
we are apart
but so it must be.
This must have been a difficult poem to write, and to read after you wrote it. But it shows a maturity of spirit that you tell the truth about your family relations with not a trace of negativity. Just admitting that being together would cause problems that make being apart the best situation - well, it takes courage to do that. As a poem, there's not a false step in the whole piece; its most important component is its honesty, and having said that, I've said enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/24/2024 8:12:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I am growing apart! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.