She said wearily <br />'I am trapped <br />in the Chain of Desperation <br />trying to break free; <br />my mother passed it along <br />to me, <br />and her mother to her and on <br />down to me. <br /> <br />One destroyed soul <br />seeks its own repair <br />but only partial healing <br />is possible for most of us. <br /> <br />And as luck would have it <br />we fail more times than we succeed; <br />sometimes consoling ourselves <br />with the belief <br />'at least I am better than She.' <br /> <br />But we are shocked to see <br />perhaps, <br />that not as true <br />as we believe <br />when we see it in our children. <br /> <br />My moment of truth in my parenting <br />is when we see <br />in my child's <br />traits <br />that can <br />and could <br />only have come <br />from me. <br /> <br />No denying it. <br />What to do? <br /> <br />Realize or confess its true <br />or reject the Me <br />I see in the child <br />I alone reared? <br /> <br />Rejection is the first step <br />in keeping the chain intact. <br />so the <br />Chain of Pain <br />grows <br />and expands. <br /> <br />My vow <br />by the time she is <br />eight <br />is to stop <br />the Chain in its tracks <br />by overcoming the Me in Her <br />with the sheer <br />force <br />of <br />my <br />love.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-she-in-me/
