A Site for the Poetry of Kate Walden aka Maayan Nahal
To Be Him
This is something I wrote about wanting to embody a Father figure to every man I’ve ever loved, including my own father and grandfathers.
You're neglectful because you've been neglected
Violent because you've been violated
You can't see me because you've never been seen.
When you look at me do you see the parts of yourself that have been forced underground? Am I the gestation of everything you've had to bury? Everything you've learned to hate?
I see you.
The pain I feel is your own.
Father never saw you.
His father didn't see him.
I wish your face resembled His so someone could look into your eyes and you'd finally feel peace.
I accept you. All of you.
I see you, my Son.
I wish I could be Him.
I wish I could be Him
because maybe then you could finally see me. The pain I feel is your own, everything is so much more connected than we know.”
Is this what Nietzsche meant when he said “God is dead” ? Did he mean Father is dead? Abba is dead? Dad is dead? Where is He?