Rooted

A wise man (boy) once told me,

"Don’t worry, I know where I’m rooted."

In that context, he was reassuring me that,

Although he had a girlfriend, he knew that I,

Would be there to the end;

He wouldn’t forget about me. 

And that,

That made me happy.

     

A long time ago,

When I was a little girl,

I, I left my family behind.

7 years, I stayed away.

7 years, I had strayed.

I fucked up.

I made some mistakes,

And it’s about time,

That I give my dad a break.

       

I missed out, I missed out,

I left all those people behind

I left them with all heavy hearts,

And pessimistic minds.

    

I missed out on my family,

And those years,

Those years, I’ll never get back

But I’m here now,

To pick up the slack.

         

I missed out on my little brother,

Yeah, I saw him today

He greeted me, he hugged me,

He said he missed me dearly!

     

Not an once of hate,

Not an ounce of resentment was there

I came for forgiveness, and forgiveness�"

Was shared.

   

This boy, this little boy

(Not so little anymore!)

Looked up at me,

Eyes full of love for his older sister,

Gone MIA.

Full of awe for his older sister

Gone astray.

Full of acceptance for his older sister

Who had gone away

Full of respect for his older sister

Who is here,

To stay.

     

I know where I’m rooted,

And my roots begin with Mom,

And with Dad.

It’ll take some getting used to,

But for this day, I am glad.

    

I love you all, 

I love you all so much,

I’m sorry that I ever turned my back

On you lovely bunch.

But know that I’m here,

I’m here to stay,

This little girl,

Isn’t ever going to be led astray.

Reviews

[Micheal Firth]

"Not an once of hate,

Not an ounce of resentment was there

I came for forgiveness, and forgiveness"

Was shared."

I appreciate this line in particular, I to went through a stint where I believed that turning my back on family was the only way to get through all the pain I was feeling at the time. Little did I know most of it was coming from leaving them in the first place. Thank you for your openness and honesty, very refreshing in a time where only the dark side of writing really gets explored.

[Careline]

Thank you for your kind words, Michael. I was 9 years old when I made the decision to abandon my paternal family. It left a sort of guilt on me, like something I knew eventually had to be fixed. Now, 16 years old, 7 years later, I'm finally doing that.