Sorry Dad.

I used to write about God

In all his glory

I praised him through poetry

I used to write about every beautiful thing

This life had to offer

And it made you so happy

But I gave it all up

To write for myself

Every secret I've kept 

Everything I've never said but wish I had

Infects my poems

I know you'd never approve

I'm sorry

But I'm happy



This poem is about: 
My family


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