Beautiful and raw writing, your pain and anger resonates so well with me. Thank you for sharing and expressing so succinctly how I feel about breaking free of my own family and their unkind and unhelpful behaviour.
Thank you, Carol. The breaking is brutal—like bone turned ash, but I believe we were born to fracture the script, to burn what silenced us, and rebuild in a voice our mothers never dared speak.
May your freedom echo into every quiet place they tried to bury you.🖤
when I read your poemi I was, you... Ending a lineage. following the scream to the first whisper. they are... somehow my memories too... we all remember the same story in different words, but we all somehow know it. :)
The hardest part for me to accept was, discovering that we are expected to right wrongs that we, personally have no addition to. I got angry, yes... Why should I carry the weight of a whole lineage, as one person?
Now, I'm leaving that question behind too... Trying to thing outside of the concept 'lineage'. Asking myselfi 'Who an I, without any roots?'
It is not rejecting your roots. It's just, if I am to shed all the layers of false-self, isn't being in a lineage one of them too? :)
Beautiful and raw writing, your pain and anger resonates so well with me. Thank you for sharing and expressing so succinctly how I feel about breaking free of my own family and their unkind and unhelpful behaviour.
Kindest regards
Carol Power
Thank you, Carol. The breaking is brutal—like bone turned ash, but I believe we were born to fracture the script, to burn what silenced us, and rebuild in a voice our mothers never dared speak.
May your freedom echo into every quiet place they tried to bury you.🖤
Yes, and a painful suffering cycle, ending with us.
Yes. The chain snaps at our feet—and in the silence that follows, we breathe for the first time
when I read your poemi I was, you... Ending a lineage. following the scream to the first whisper. they are... somehow my memories too... we all remember the same story in different words, but we all somehow know it. :)
ozgeonan, you just wrote a verse inside my verse.
yes—that’s the ache, that’s the pulse: same story, different words, carried in marrow like a hush.
we’re all walking echoes trying to remember something nobody ever told us.
thank you for finding yourself in this one.
i bow to the whisper and the scream both. 💔✨
The hardest part for me to accept was, discovering that we are expected to right wrongs that we, personally have no addition to. I got angry, yes... Why should I carry the weight of a whole lineage, as one person?
Now, I'm leaving that question behind too... Trying to thing outside of the concept 'lineage'. Asking myselfi 'Who an I, without any roots?'
It is not rejecting your roots. It's just, if I am to shed all the layers of false-self, isn't being in a lineage one of them too? :)
with love... :)
yes… yes.
what if lineage isn’t just inheritance—but also the sediment we’re allowed to sift through and choose from?
you’re right—it’s not about rejection. it’s about release.
and maybe, if we shed enough layers of false-self, we don’t become rootless…
we become the soil.
thank you for letting this poem become a shared excavation.
with love, always. 🌱🖤
How powerful! 🔥 This raw strength and courage is why it, indeed, ends with us. ❤️🩹💫
♥️
raw, unapologetic, and wielding language like a weapon against silence itself
This is wonderful
Thank you! 🖤