I wanted to be
a gentle whisper
in your ear, a
feather fallen
onto the smooth
surface of your days.
Alas,
I proved to be too much
my father.
I wanted to be
a raging fire
to your fields
the magical blaze
to burn your sad past away.
Alas,
I proved to be too much
my mother.
I wanted to be me
clear, simple, and plain,
sober, undisguised,
and unashamed.
Alas,
I proved to be too much
myself.
