What my parents don’t realize is I have the same desires they do,

Handed down through blood and memory,

Threaded into the fabric of my soul.

I never felt like a worse Christian until becoming Orthodox—

Not because I was failing more,

but because I finally saw what fullness looked like.

An emotionally raw poem revealing the impact of a father's abusive love and a mother's absence—and how these early childhood experiences form deep fears around intimacy, trust, and self-worth.

A haunting reflection on empty promises—this poem speaks to those affected by addiction, reminding us that real love is shown not just in words, but in the quiet proof of daily devotion.