
Freedom or stability,
Leave this, or shirk responsibility?
Why does it feel right when it feels so wrong
To stay and fight, just to suffer long?
Why do I give all I have
When you won’t even meet me at half?
How do I protect them
While you use them as a weapon?
Are two unhappy parents better,
If we can’t agree in the slightest bad weather?
And every healthy restriction
Is met with disproportionate friction?
I am no longer your husband, but still their father,
Yet their well-being is not your bother.
Your feelings will forever reign,
And they will suffer for your disdain.
Why can’t we get on the same page,
And for their sake, set aside your rage?
Make peace and let them grow—
Instead, hate is all you ever show.
About the Creator
Jesse Lee
Poems and essays about faith, failure, love, and whatever’s still twitching after the dust settles. Dark humor, emotional shrapnel, occasional clarity, always painfully honest.


Comments (1)
My heart aches for those babies. I grew up in a broken home and I'm still picking up the pieces. I hope she tries to work with you, especially for their sake. Sending love.