Parents

Hello.

First thought is that almost feels like two different poems, the first part which is the question that conveys much anger towards the parents, and the second part where the speaker goes into a pretty nice almost uncanny cozy monologue about how they are trying to cope with the pain caused by the parents, this without answering the question, which to me creates a disconnect

I do like the question since it almost throws out punches, but then it loses almost all of that steam, so I think either sticking to kinda answering the question/asking more questions to keep the angry train moving, or removing them completely and lean more into the painful monologue would make it a tighter read

Now the imagery, there are some really nice images here especially: "Like replacing broken glass with sand, then pleading" is probably my favorite one, however the imagery in that line feels a bit divorced to the more musical themed that came before so do all images at the second half.

I'd rather see the image theme being repeated than vocabulary, like 'stranger' and 'holes', but it's just my opinion.

I do like the repeating of 'heart' in this line: "The problem with a leaky heart is it’s hard to wager" it circles back to the beginning nicely, I just wish it answered something rather than explaining the problem, again this is due to the question asked.

To me the title boxes in the reader a little bit, for it makes it very specific to be about not so great parents, while I feel that one can apply this to other close relationships, which is what I did, kinda ignored the title and moved from there.

While I cannot relate to the parent pain conveyed, it still hit me, both since I imagine it must truly suck to have parents who doesn't take responsibility for their own blood, and also it resonated with a past experience. So thank you very much for sharing!

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Also apologies if the feedback is a bit all over the place, it's way past midnight I've been reading and discussing this with a friend for an hour or so. He...

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Best.

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Wounded parent doesn't know, love they sow is so cold. They do as they may what is their way, not loving themselves they see to it, that you live their dream, rather then they give it a shot. They will fill up your lot with thoughts of how it should be or how it ought. How they had fought, and gave way to "reality" rather then made room for their play.

They say it is this way or that. but not you your own.

Wounded parent, creates a broken home. Where no one feels wanted or needed, or loved, though love is suppressed and expressed in miss deeds. Saying I love you truly through broken means, through bouts of ire steam. Little by little they attempt to live their dream through their kids.

wounded parents, you can't heal, but you learn to love yourself still.

Oh this hits close to home.

I love these two lines, they're honestly perfectly written.

Because giving your heart will remind

That even if it’s love doesn’t mean it's right

It's a great poem with a lot of emotions I like it a lot.

Parents can be bad even if they don't think so and that really hurts.

very beautiful. each word choice accentuates the theme in a meaningful way, this poem feels raw and polished at the same time. no line feels like filler.

the heaviness and anguish of the damage that many parents have on the future relationships of their children bleeds from every word.

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