Devastation at my door
My son told me his inner thoughts
Ones so hard to bear
Of hating a man he has to call dad
I teach to always respect
But this respect it must be earned
He feels this is not the case
With the entities in his space
The words he chose when getting back
Reflected the raw emotions he has
Sadly they did not agree or understand
Within the blink of an eye
A door is now in our way
Physical Contact cut
One phone call a day
Even that is monitored
Causing us both to be nervous
Stuck looking at the invisible door
My two worlds get blown apart from me
As my daughters last tear imprinted on my face
Time will continue to tell
What lasting effects this will have
My head maybe low but my shoulders are strong
Confident in the bond I have with my children, can not be broken by any body but me or them.
With these words I strengthen that bridge
Wishing for no fighting but to understand and coexist
We are all speaking our truths
To my children, never stop speaking yours.
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is raw but it's where my life is at. I can't sleep and my heart has two holes in it, with two beds I'll still say good night and morning too.
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PD, this is so sad. Well written, but sad. I just hope you are not in jail as the picture suggests! And you are so right, we have to speak the truth to our children. I do hope you overcome the difficulties you are having right now!
The worse prison of all my friend. Thanks for reading and supporting me at a time that is new but an emotional state that is not.
I don't know you that well, PD, but I can't pretend to imagine what you are going through! I too hope that this difficult time is only temporary. Good vibes sent your way!
Thank you, the vibe is appreciated. I hold nothing back, I am what I say. Man of many mistakes but no I haven't learnt and changed, I ask for nothing but truth in our vains
Sad but a well written and expressed poem
Thanks buddy
Welcome
"We are all speaking our truths
To my children, never stop speaking yours."
better said
than left
to twist love
into bitter regret
as long as he sees you're trying, he'll try too. just don't expect more from him than he can expect from you...
and the love will have a chance to win through
Thank you so much, for the time this was written alot had changed but your last words have stayed in my mind to not expect more than I can give. So very true
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