anatomy of a sad girl | a poetry collection

Grandmother

Grandma what is it that you fear
bet you barely hear
This voice of mine
But this silence isn't suffering
-but a storm brewing

And your grief and my Mother's
won't go dismissed
though her pain usually goes unnoticed

My Father's and her Father's
is painted on a canvas
and celebrated

And you must think
that this life of mine weighs nothing
without a man to tip the balance
in my favour
-that you must not fear
and what you fear
i won't let it come true
I won't turn out to be like your first Daughter