In the dimly lit corners of my heart,
lies a tale of love torn apart.
A fathers hand, once warm and kind,
now leaves shattered peices behind.
His absence echoed in every space,
leaving a void that time can't erase.
promises whispered, now broken and frayed,
leaving wounds that never fade.
In his absence, I learned to stand,
on a shaky ground, I held my own hand.
but the ache always remains, a constant throb,
a reminder of love lost, an unhealed sob.
yet, amidst the pain, a glimmer of light,
a new strength born from the darkest night.
for in the wreckage, I found my voice,
a testament to resilience, my ultimate choice.
So here I stand, my heart still raw,
But I refuse to let it define my flaws.
for though my dad gave me the worst heartbreak,
I will rise above, no longer held back by his mistake.
