For Him.

Wed, 01/17/2018 - 20:59 -- BB2018

Dear Dad,

 

Diagnosed.

I am hurting. I do cry.

I am embarrassed, I don’t feel normal.

I want to feel normal.

I try to feel normal.

I want to live. I want to be free. I want to soar.

But when I fly, I risk the fall.

I have fallen.

I don’t want to again.

I try. I live. I laugh. I love.

I lived.

For him.

He died.

I tried. I couldn’t. I won’t.

I cried.

I lost breath, lost hope.

I got the letter and felt I couldn’t see.

Tears clogged up my eyes. My heart so broken I could barely stand.

I couldn’t see.

I couldn’t see it.

I let it ruin me.

I couldn’t let it ruin me.

For him.

He had lived.

I stood up.

I tried.

I fought for it.

I wanted it.

I dreamt it. Like he did.

I did it. I did it. I did it.

I lived it.

For him.

 

For you.

 

Love,

Your Angel

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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