To My Father, With EmpathyA Poem by Adora.xoBlehI am sorry, For the days you stood before me, but were never really there"days that were so long, and left bruises. For the rainy days, when you let me stand"all alone. I feel sorry for those days when you did not know my face, or my name, just that you wanted to break me. For the times you couldn’t, wouldn’t didn’t, wipe away my tears"and could not feel how small I was. I am sorry, For the endless seconds that choked me with fear that which you’d so effortlessly instilled"in the name of discipline. For those memories of your smiles vanishing in the wake of your rage. I feel sorry for those days when I was never enough, and you made me watch you, as you broke the only things I held dear"my family. I am sorry, For the countless times you shunned me. When you pointed out my imperfections, and told me I’d never succeed. Those days that made hardened me, and blinded me this beauty"that today I see, so freely surrounds me. For the days when you made me so angry, I wanted to cry, scream, and could do neither. I feel sorry that you could never love me, like you should. Like they all do. Was I so bad? I am sorry, For the all the years that I let my anger consume me"oh, how I hated you. For years I have been but a stone. I feel sorry for hurting those I love on days when I couldn’t stand the thought of you. For the years of bottled-anguish, after you’d lost it all"us all. I am sorry, That you will never know what you have lost. You will never understand what could have been, and what will never be. You haven’t the slightest clue, how wrong you were. I feel so sorry that you could not mend even your own ways, but thought you were mending ours"when you locked us up in closets and threw away the keys. I am sorry, That you will not be able to enjoy your own defeat. You will never hold me and love me, and see what I have accomplished all on my own. You can never know how wrong I’ve proved you to be. And, I feel so sorry that you won’t ever know how alone you really are. I am sorry that you will not know how that rage inside me you fueled, drove me success. I am sorry, for you. But, today, this anger has left me. Today, this fog is starting to clear, and I am taking my first steps into a world that is foreign to me. I wish you were here to wish me well, and be proud. But you will never know… This rage inside of me has broken, and I can breathe. Today, I am free of you. And I think one day, I will perhaps forgive you. But right now, I can only give you sympathy. For now… I will simply inhale my freedom, And perhaps for the first time, In a long time, Be at peace, With myself.
© 2012 Adora.xoAuthor's Note
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Added on June 6, 2012Last Updated on June 7, 2012 AuthorAdora.xoThe One That's Non-Existant As Far As You're Concerned., British Columbia, CanadaAboutSo that you will hear me So that you will hear me my words sometimes grow thin as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches. Necklace, drunken bell for your hands smooth as grapes. And I wat.. more..Writing
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