The Stewart clan motto: Courage grows strong at a wound.
Deep in my DNA you raise your sword
of fiery retribution and vengeance.
To battle, to the death! Triggered by
the bloody attack and ultimatums:
you do not belong and never have.
Do as I say or leave and never
come back. A spiteful vindictive
manchild with so much power
to hurt, to throw me out
is raging with terror. Yes, I see
it in you, my father, afraid
that death will come and grab
your breath—no ventilator for you,
old man. From your chair you lash
out at me, obviously
the cause of all your distress.
The fear porn you consume reaches
deep in our lineage, ancestors
cresting in a wave of trauma we’ve
called to surface. I sent an engraved
invitation to my own fierce warrior,
the one I’ve always judged, ashamed
by power that I’ve never claimed.
Good girls surely don’t bellow
bloodthirsty and yet, we hear.
I cower from your passion. I have
forgotten I agreed to come
and set you free. Remind me
again to embrace your wild
energy and bring you into
my coherent heart. This is
where we will start. Publish
the proclamations: my infrangible heart
is willing to host any ghosting.
These cruel tricks are no joke
wafting like smoke and still I breathe.