I cut those cords for a reason, I thought to rid myself the weight of cargo Sinking ships in far away seas I hope to fill your mind with imagery Imagine me, long fringed bangs And black lined, hungry eyes No awareness of power buried inside Beneath the rubble of a family’s sooted dreams Of futures past long before me Deaths of loved ones I would never meet, Tarnishing the hearts of my creators. Enter, unexpected green-eyed angel, Bandage of Hope, new soul to gaze upon like a temple where salvation is perhaps promised, given I grow to fulfill the parents needs. Tall order for small child, Impossible task for teen, Trudging through oceans of emotions Never allowed to explore the depths, Having only a candle to hold To keep a light glowing in the dark for weary mother, conflicted father. I learned to be what made love smile on me. Comforting, jovial, quelling my heart’s cry to satiate an adults needs. Only age three. Enmeshed neck deep, I exist because you allow it. I exist because you need me. I exist to please you. In ten years I’d be brimming with rage and angst, fueled by father’s shame. He called me belligerent, belittling me, Not seeing that my bones were breaking beneath his emotional load I had carried far too long. Weary, conflicted daughter with stifling clairsentience companioning stark confusion. No personal power to be called upon in my defense and loneliness I know something is off with this dynamic and all I can do is push back and fight you Until I can grasp it Until another soul comes along to play in this space with me Reenact these dynamics Enter, unassuming, timid boy with eyes only for me. For me? To me, you’ll devote your life to pleasing? Out of love? Burning desire? You feel so strongly that I feel it too. Clairsentient, remember? You need me so I must need you. Let’s play the games my parents played and I’ll make you responsible for my tumultuous, ill defined emotion monsters. You’ve just as little power as my upbringing left me. Who can harness more, as hormones wreck our minds and we try hard to be in love like in the movies? You drain me and I’ll drain you And we’ll leak our power all over school Until we’re bled dry from emotional highs, And I move on to find another power source to replay the same twisted cycle Until it runs its course and off I go, again, To the next devoted romantic type. All along the way just trying to merge on my long journey to individuate.
It has been revealing and healing for me to examine family dynamics and reflect on how those relationships shaped my early romantic relationships, which, like most, were dramatically disastrous. The repeating cycle I speak of is one in which I have, and still have to work to break free of. Enmeshment and codependency are draining of one’s personal power. When you make another responsible for the way you feel, think, or behave, you are giving away your power, and that is an injustice to your very being.
Notice when you think, or speak: “You make me feel ____.” A person’s actions may be hurtful, but only you get to dictate the way you feel. And when you give yourself that control and responsibility, your personal power is restored. A sense of power allows you to make positive change in your life and relationships.
Examine your patterns, stand in your Power, and Transform.