Dear father,

You came through the

door like a fox,

It’s been so long.

I didn’t dare look up

I didn’t know

what to call you.

A solar eclipse showed

more than you did,

your shower of gifts a

drought.

In and out like

a gentle soul,

not knowing what you did

to my heart.

Ripping

and

shredding

through my body,

a hollow shell

is all that’s left.

The only thing I could think

about is when you

turned your back

ten years ago.