#32 healing poetry; complicated father’s day

I see The shadow of youBehind his formA dayThat should Be celebrated forThe Dad’s that choseTo stay.You were my sunAnd you fell belowThe horizonMy eyesTracked you as youLeft coloured streaksIn the sky – Except, you are not a sunYou are a man.And you chose each stepYou walkedAway from meCrying at the door.And now, I can’tContinue reading “#32 healing poetry; complicated father’s day”

At most, it felt cold.

When you held me it felt cold. At most, it felt cold. I wasn’t sure why you were there, Appearing in the space, Where my mother should have been. I thought if I gleaned a promise from my father, That I would remain first in his eyes, It wouldn’t matter that your presence, Signalled somethingContinue reading “At most, it felt cold.”