I dreamt my father piled his toxic masculinity on to me, the way he does
He found my secret stash of poetry and mocked me, reciting what I’d written with harsh tones of ridicule
Unlike real life, in my dream I confronted him
I told him I didn’t appreciate his critique of my truest expression of myself
He tore in, told me I was crazy
I felt pushed to my edge, the way I easily do
Still dreaming, I contemplated suicide, the way I readily do
Then I realized that I am ok with walking away
It felt liberating like a bell ringing, like a sunrise on the horizon of my mind after a lifelong night
If he wants to die alone, that is his prerogative
I’ve got my best life to live- no more will I give my power away to those who throw me away
What is this false belief that I could ever make anyone else happy
I became very unhappy trying to make everybody else happy
Growing up in a home of violent depressives, I didn’t stand a chance
I’m ready for a second chance at life- I will fall many times, but I will always get up
In my dream, I walked away
I climbed into a little boat with the man I love
We floated down a beautiful river
We were as happy as two people in a dreamboat can be
And we are