The Visit
TweetA reluctant chore, a duty
Is this what I’ve become?
How can you know people your entire life, yet feel so distant?
Masks of politeness keeps the world at bay
Hiding true thoughts and feelings
Reality isn’t always polite and pretty
This is the world I've known
Everything seems like an illusion
Happiness and smiles on the outside
It masks the pain within
I'm a “duty”, a chore
Though these words were never spoken
Actions speak volumes more
We exchange superficial conversation
Acting out the charade
No goodbye hugs or kisses in parting
His arm quickly ushers you out the door
I don’t want to be an obligation
No matter how painful the truth is
I long for real connections
Where, in transparency lies truth
In vunerability lies acceptance
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Is this poem actually about a girls visit with her father who has joint custody or visitation rights? If it isn’t, it could be. Good luck with that yearning at the end.
I could read lots in this poem until I got to his arm – which is the most revealing part. You can feel that you are chore, a duty or an obligation and I felt this way when I was ill – and in fact was treated this way. The pleasure is when people are pleased to see you, love you the person you are. This poem resonates with me and is well written .
And thank you for the ink pot
Thank you so much!