Dad is foreign, just like Buddhism which I embrace.
Why do I find it so hard to embrace my father?
Is it abandonment; is it a result of my past causes?
Actually none of that matters because it is up to me to change, because I chant Nam Myoho Renge Kyo and he don’t.
Won’t strike like a rattlesnake,
The battle shakes my core.
Awakening like Kate Chopin.
No ma’am, Gulf of Mexico you won’t take me!
Cause I have agency and strength,
Frequency and length,
The boards can be used as a plank, a coffin, or a boat.
Two sink one floats.
It’s like a hundred foot moat and I can’t even cross one ten feet, he’ll I can’t even touch the rim.
So my chances are slim,
Unless I reach out
Bail slander from my life and replace strife and all those rife adjectives that bring the pain.
I tend to forget about the sun every time there’s rain,
But because there is pain,
Then also joy is present.
Like all those letters unsent.