Conversations with my Father

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One by one they pour from my eyes 

They gush around me, overwhelming my senses


I just wanted to go one day


One day without the flood

I can’t remember a day there wasn’t one


You say I’m a puddle

That I’m weak 

You splash me around trying to mold me into the person you want me to be,


I’m not her. 


I’m not a puddle either.

I’m a river

But I keep going against the current, 


Your current, 


and now,

I’m drowning

But I’m learning how to swim

And I’ll be reaching land soon.

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