hiding in the shadows

tynika_bent

When I was young I remember not remembering.
Not capturing that memory.
Not feeling that feeling.
Not having the whole that needed to be filled.

I was young so I never understood.
never understood what was really happening. Why the world was moving in a different direction. Why my life was so different.

Not having you never bothered me, but I never knew what it felt like to have you.

So how can someone want something they have never had?


I was young so not having you became the only thing that was right. Became the only thing I knew.
It became the store of my life.


You were always a stranger to me. I only ever knew your name.


Dad?

No. Not that one!

Your name. your birth name!


You were now someone I knew off the street someone I could pass by any day and never knew it was you.
No.


You tried. you tried to see me, but you lied. You have become one of them.


You've become someone who told me lies and never showed up.
A man that I never knew, but was willing to try to know.


You FAILED!


You did it again!

Your disappearance I'm now immune to. My life have become a revolving door. Something you keep walking in and out of.


I never got that father daughter bond. Nor those things fathers teach their daughters.


Your not a father to me , but a stranger in the shadows.

  • Author: tynika_bent (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 26th, 2017 07:41
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Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    Tynika, you do write well. Do we miss something we don't know? Maybe just because others have it? You aptly describe a person who is defiant while simultaneously crying for help. As a father of two boys and a daughter I honestly don't understand why someone would not want to be there for his kid(s). So much to gain, nothing to loose!



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