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written by: Qeirnin

@qeirnin

 

Daddy, I remember when I was younger –
You would hold me, and hug me.
I liked everything you liked – loved everything you loved.

When I turned eight,
The breath and life were taken
From your brother followed shortly by – your father.
And it felt like you died too,
Or at least a part of you.

Daddy I see you-
It’s taken a lot of time
But I understand,
The anger. The sadness. The pain.

When I sit up late at night
I think of you often.
The absence of light
Is filled with the presence of pain.
I mostly just – blame – myself.
And then I find – myself- left with,
The anger. The sadness. The pain.

The encapsulating guilt of losing a father that’s just lost – not gone.
I have no perception, of the demons who call on you –
Just as you cannot perceive, those who call on me.
But what I do know is-
At one point in time you saved me
And at another-you left me stranded.

Dad,
What I hadn’t realized before was that-
You were stranded too.