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Broken promises

Promise me your hands will reach out Resilient attachment starts in childhood When the brain has colic outside the womb A mother’s unconditional love soothes worries When a birthday missed slices the cord Like two neurons missing a connection Like a power line cut sparking wildly Broken wires can’t be mended by tape Not like broken bones knitted by mitosis Neurons grow old unable to divide When a childhood is interrupted Axons miss their forlorn dendrites A childhood interrupted skips a score Add twenty years to a worrying child Poor attachment is a forever handicap The best we can do is read lips like the deaf No one can heal a drum torn by parents When attachment fails to meet expectations The best I can do is take a detour to you Remind me addictions are poor parents Their embrace won’t last the night like you Addictions arise when attachment fails They lie, no one will love you like them They are fickle friends when parents fail I’m the axon looking for my dendrite I’m the mouth reaching for the pacifier I'll show up for my birthday I must hold cut wires with both hands Be the expecting wine looking for a glass Resilient attachment takes a detour Take the long way home Promise me I'll be there for me

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Date: 5/21/2024 6:08:00 AM
I'm picking out this line as speaking to my hope for the child in this poem, 'The best I can do is take a detour to you', but the child is doing the seeking. Would that there was a parent seeking this lost child. Your poem makes me think of this bible verse, 'The Lord is near to the broken hearted, and saves those who are crushed in spirit' - from Psalm 34 written by David pretending to be mad when his life was in danger about 1060 BC. Blessings. J :)
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Date: 5/14/2024 8:30:00 PM
At least there is self nurturing. A friend is always a friend if it is yourself. There's no escape. This poem made me think, as you can see. It is well written.
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Triny Xiang
Date: 5/14/2024 10:02:00 PM
It's like they say, physician heal thyself. I think of childhood trauma like having a stroke. It takes a lifetime of neurons taking detours till mobility and happiness are achieved. But, joy needs no doctoring. Thank you for your estimation of me, which I'm still in disbelief.
Date: 5/13/2024 12:17:00 PM
Your poem delves into the intricate complexities of attachment and its enduring effects on our emotional well-being. Through vivid imagery and heartfelt language, it illustrates how the foundation of resilient attachment is laid in childhood, shaped by the nurturing love of caregivers. The metaphorical comparison of broken wires to interrupted childhoods powerfully captures the lasting scars of early emotional wounds, highlighting the lifelong struggle to forge meaningful connections.
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Triny Xiang
Date: 5/13/2024 5:04:00 PM
Aw shucks. In truth, broken wires can be mended. They will never be pristine, but that's what scars and tape are for. If I open myself up, healing must begin. That's a big if. Thank you for your analysis.
Date: 5/13/2024 5:34:00 AM
This is quite intense and sad Triny. "Poor attachment is a forever handicap" .. -so true for some. Sadly, in this case lousy parenting led to addiction, a false friend. In the end, learning to value and love oneself can be a foundation for healing. It takes time... maybe a lifetime
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Date: 5/13/2024 6:40:00 AM
Thank you for your heartfelt words. All things break, even our sun. Accepting the brokenness however small or large is a lifetime task as we age. Learning how to stitch and mend can be useful tools despite the wear. I hope to see you in the next lifetime.

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