Crossroad of faded signs

Doesn’t point me anywhere.

Suitcase of memories

Lost countenances

And a home.

Alone at a

Crossroad of faded signs.

One step, then another –

I want to run.

Run away from my life’s prison

The shadow of my father

The worries of my mother

The feminism to which I feel estranged

And rebellious against.

Where is my sign fixed,

Showing my home,

Painted newly white and green?

Or is It someone else’s

Waiting, just like me?

I am not who I was,

Never will be again.

I can’t be who dad wants me to be,

Despite his words –

Follow your dreams.

The underlying message – be successful.

Nor always mother’s care.

I’ll spit the bitterness from my mouth,

Leave that life behind,

Disown all of the memories

Of bitterness in me,

Of all the things I’ve never done

But of which I’ve been blamed.