So Much More Than You Know

So Much More Than You Know

A Poem by Dark Tower


Stronger I Am


There was a time

When my dad asked

Why I call my mom

But never called dad

See back then I always called him by his first name

It wasn’t an attempt  at disrespect

I think it was just bottled and misplaced rage

I’ve never remembered a mom before my mom

I think that just helped us get along

As a kid

I was always waiting for my father to come back

But of course he never did

And I was holding on to this memory of him

But the memory started to fade

And I grew angry

You dad became the recipient of my rage

 

You’d always say

That you loved me

That you would be my father as long as I needed you to be

But I wasn’t ready

To let go of calling you Eddie

Because Eddie I know can trust

And the last time I put my faith in man called dad

He turned his back on me

And never once looked back

 

I needed to let go

I didn’t really know

How

 

But soon I found an outlet

Into my writing I poured

All my hurt, pain, confusion

Anger and feelings of neglect

And only once I had let go of all that

That I could see that my anger had blinded me

From one simple fact

I’d spent my life waiting

Waiting for a dad I already had

Somebody who didn’t know to give up on me

You just kept coming back

And the more I pushed you away

The more you’d push back

I could say it back then

But I can say it now

You never idea how much I appreciated that

You raised me

In to the man

I’m proud I’ve grown to be

And I thank you for that.

So just know

I do love you

Dad.

 

B.C

© 2013 Dark Tower


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Wow, very emotional, I'm sure in his own way he does love you too.

Posted 11 Years Ago


What a great story you shared! The progression of the poem is great and the end beautiful.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Dark Tower

11 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words Lourisa.
Words do have great meaning. When I'm called father and grandpa make me feel I'm someone. I enjoyed your story. Names are earned, not given with ease. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


Dark Tower

11 Years Ago

Exactly. A name is just a word, what makes it special is the bond that carries.

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Dark Tower

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