I am Erica N., an adult-child
And daughter of dysfunctional parents.
Maybe my gratitude for these meetings
Eclipses the light from the moon, this wild
Release of my inner demons sets free
Infernal bonds without interference.
Could I never see past the harsh beatings
Angrily meted out by my father?
Not once, as a child, did I cry, the sea
Allayed my fears with a gentle mumur,
Everyday I walked the length of the pier.
Magically, I grew distant, much farther
Inwards, proximal to the shore, the lure
Coaxes a fish not to swerve, nor to veer.
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