A poem about the moment I let go of my idols.
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I did not need to revisit
my mother’s womb; no, I just
renovated the halls of my heart, tearing
down the portraits of my idols, dumping
them in a dustbin of disappointment. Only then
could I live
with myself, no longer haunted
by the ghosts of old promises
or the honeysuckle-scented lies
that clouded my eyes.
This poem was inspired by the fact that in growing up, I idolized and adored the wrong people. I think my father was the worst of them.
Now, I'm struggling to change the behaviors they left me with. Hence, no more idols.
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