Me so well
You were to hold my hand,
Guide me through life
The way all fathers do
There were happy times surpassed
Via bottle, a bottle of poison hiding
Your, every word, your every move
Fear has been my constant companion
Shattering my very breath within a past
Not in a rush to leave; light shimmers near
The moment has come for clarity. I will be.
Dignity is within the palm of my hands, too
I am not you. I am me. Your are you, not me.