Safe and Unsafe
UNSAFE:
Which was worse?
The touchy dad or the same from the man you call uncle?
The school bully or the family that though “toughening you up” was cool.
Accepting the conditioning?
Uncertainty and being certain things were uncertain.
False hope or false love.
Being good, but never good enough.
Loving the addict or hating the ravages of their addiction
Dad’s empty promises.
The constant threat of grandma‘s wrath.
Knowing you’re right and being told you are always wrong and not believing in me.
The past.
SAFE ZONES:
Grandpa’s car.
Grandpa‘s arms.
Aunt Barbara’s house (sometimes).
The band room.
My imagination.
When people showed me they loved me.
People like me.
My car.
My spouse.
The great outdoors.
Deep conversations with people who get it.
The present.
Believing I have a future.
Believing in me.
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