Monday, May 25, 2015


To you
The one
That knew
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.


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