To Live in My Honour, Not His. #poem

Surprising weekend revelations.

No father, but still a daughter

With unrealistic expectations

Engrained in me.

Have to change the narrative.

It wasn't he

Or even she

That got me here.

It's me that got me here.

Silvia Plath

I feel your wrath,

But I vow to live.

To live in my honour

Not his.

Not anymore.