child neglect/abuse/ forgiveness/God
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In my eighteen years of livingI’ve been taught the most valuable lessonPoetry has a soulIt’s nowhere near as dark as coalIt guided me toward self acceptanceSomething my shell of a father never couldMaybe it’s because he left when I was twoThat he
Forgive me for I cannot see
My eyes have been taken,
My body into the sea
A bag of bones floating on the river's surface
A victim of circumstances,
Out of my control,
COLD is the thin sheet
With which I warm our small, frail bodies
While I hug my little sister with a tight, reassuring grip, we watch
He forgot to hug and kiss us how too
Today, yesterday… And the day before
The day I was born should have been the best day for my mom
A bundle of joy I was
as my father told me.
But as I grew,
It didn’t seem to be true
I never felt wanted by her
Nor secure
