Growing...

My ever-lasting way of recovering from the death of my dad. An upbeat, thought-out poem.

I do not feel numbness,
As some have come to see,
And that is why people are so short with me.
For I, a young man, a person that is experiencing what no god should ever,
Is growing...
I am growing in many ways and directions.
Some of which are invouluntary, and becoming at peace with me,
That are soon to start blooming again...
Hate, anger, hostility, sorrow, because of you,
Because of not having you, because, and not because of you and the fact that you are gone...
Wisdom, knowledge, higher-level learning,
Because of you, because of not having you, because, and not because of you, and the fact that you are gone...
Strength, because that is how you have raised me...

Reviews

[Xavier Sedah]

Thank you

[Daniel Atkinson]

Hopeful little piece. Well-written.

[Xavier Sedah]

Thank you

[Seshat Nidaba]

This is pretty eccletic and interesting! You speak of evolution as somebody that has something to proove! I wish you much self-growth in the coming years!