I am learning
to love him
through love from myself.
You touched me
Not even touching.
You were so far away, and I forgot that you were.
The abused and the abuser
I have been both
You pinned
My legs to
The ground
With your feet
And demanded
I stand up
Father. You always call to say nothing in particular. You ask what i’m doing or where i am and when the silence stretches like a lifetime between us i scramble to find questions to keep the conversation going. What i long to say most is. I understand this world broke you. It has been so hard on your feet. I don’t blame you for not knowing how to remain soft with me. Sometimes i stay up thinking of all the places you are hurting which you’ll never care to mention. I come from the same aching blood. From the same bone so desperate for attention i collapse in on myself. I am your daughter. I know the small talk is the only way you know how to tell me you love me. Cause it is the only way i know how to tell you.
It is impossible to say that mom is afraid or loves her father. It's so similar.
Every revolution begins and ends with his lips.
I thank the universe for taking everything that was taken away and giving me everything that was given.
— balance
Having lost you, I found myself.
Sometimes apologies do not come when they are expected, and when they come, they are no longer expected or even needed.
You're late.
Experience does not come without pain, open up to it without fear.