The Only Way We Could Poem by Lyn Paul
The Only Way We Could
Our Survival -" My Way " Tune
A violent childhood.
Alcoholic father.
Insecure Mother.
Anxiety…..
So anxious, poor concentration
Insecurities.
Often Living in fear.
No love, from anyone!
No Security
Fear
Lack of support.
Poor
Starving
No belongings
Embarrassment…….
No Confidence.
Loss of sibling.
Absolutely no guidance
Just not proud of a home
Actually, ashamed of self
With no self worth.
Now finally realising there are worse than me
Embarrassed, by my family
A Dis functional family
Though everyone loved my Mum
Everyone hated my Dad!
Did us 6 unloved children hate him too?
I think, so very so!
REGRET! I had and have so many!
We did it
The Only way we could!
Copyright Reserved March 2018
Lyn Paul
My Mother has also died. A heart of gold.
Violence in families was acceptable in the 1960's 70's 80's
Finally now it is a crime.
Yes you did do it anyway you could. You should be proud of having gone through that and come out all the better for it on the other side. HUGE HUGS
Very touching poem. I feel with you and for you. Very good you manage to write it out. This may help. I agree very much also with the comment of unwritten soul. Try to forgive, set him free; it will give yourself a much bigger freedom from the hard feelings. I wish you and pray for lots of strength and I admire you for your WAY, Excellent!
A heartfelt depiction has been made about childhood. Where there are Alcoholic father and insecure Mother there is no peace at all, instead the child gets anxiety. No confidence no guardian, to survive is too difficult. Beautiful poem on anxiety and pain amazingly shared. Thanks.
Love and Life! ! Often living in fear. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A very touching poem of life living in an dysfunctional family, thank you for sharing this with us Lyn.
(cont.) you survived, thank goodness, though i THINK you've also written about a 'broken marriage' you've had; i could be wrong. and your photo(s) on PH portray one who seems 'happy/content' now. i wonder what 'crimes' were NOT crimes in your youth. hmm? maybe they were just not exposed to authorities? a nicely-written piece about a not-nice episode of your life. bri :) maybe you and i could go together to the Wallis Cinema someday, ..........soon?
Lyn, my only (this time; ha ha) [English] 'suggestion' is: use we 6, not us 6. OF COURSE Australians all speak a 'different' English than I (do) ! ! ! Hi! to all the people (the good ones at least) of Mt. Barker, Postal code: 5251, South Australia; are there lots of dogs there? to MyPoemList. thanks for sharing what i assume is a true story. (cont.)
A touching poem - beautifully written, thank you for sharing it.Voted 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I literally feel the pain through this write, i feel so much in you that you havent talk much and cant move on because of this scar...yes because childhood is what shaped us now, the grown up person...but how bad your father is, i think forgive him if you could and you dont have to deal with him again...just forsake of self and to forsake of God love.