Loss of Tribe

photo by Patricia…

Sometimes the guilt of removing myself from ‘origin’ family grasps me and won’t let go. Then the realization; I was left at eight, like a satellite from the mother ship, or a dinghy cut loose tipping in the wavy cauldron of life, becoming lost in a storm that never ceased, only worsening over time.

How can you hold yourself accountable for causing rifts when you were thrown into the deepest crevasse, and left there to fend on your own?



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