sometimes i think of you
about who you could have been
about what we could have been
mom and i
and then i stop
-
because you do not define me
cannot confine me
how could you
there is barely even a .. you
i have closed the door to you many times
but somehow it creeps open even still
the lies
the begging for change
you see that\'s when i learned
at the mere age of 8
people they,
rarely change
...
a little girl staring into her fathers eyes
searching
desperately searching
for an answer, any answer
answers you would never be able to give me
instead i had to find them in myself
and i see you in me
and me in you
and i hate that piece of me
the self hatred overcomes me
until im reminded
without the pain you bring me
there would be no me
for I Am Strong
I Am Resilient
I Am also Unforgiving.
so I thank you, Dad
i can now survive even the most daunting of heartbreaks
left as cold as ice
because i could survive the very first one
I am left Unstoppable.
~SV