Privilege Or Burden

To one I was a privilege, a gift given, a joy.
To the other only a burden, a mistake made, a secret kept.
As an innocent child the privilege eclipsed the notion of burden.
Later the burden surfaced oozing its shame scaring privilege.
 
Duality is tricky business, Freud said.
One day I was the cherished child, admired adult.
The next I was the denied daughter, shunned progeny.
Privilege or burden, how does one meet the other?
 
The nurtured years have weight to them.
Its heaviness tips the scale of sense of self.
Being banished is tenuous.
There is always the hope of invitation.
 
The nurturing of ‘real’ fatherhood prevails.
Its joy, its wanting, its goodness wins out.
Linked to love and belonging,
No space for hurt can remain.