as the rain pours
i look back to ten years before
sitting on the front porch
watching kids my age play
in the rain
wondering if I could ever do the same
or if I've grown far too old
not in a physical sense
but mentally,
i might have grown too fast
i grew up with no friends
not in the neighbourhood
or at school
because i didn't like anyone
but idolized some
those who grew up with
non-addicts and older siblings
those with scars on their knees
from falling from trees
unlike me;
i got mine from cigarette butts
i was nine
the first time i heard the word
'alcoholism'
said by a random; suited man
who held my hand
and told me
that my mum was on vacation
and that he'd be there for me
in her absence
i was ten
the first time i uttered
the word 'dad'
not a word but an emotion
I felt towards
the same suited man
now he lies in the living room
feet up on the coffee table
his wife, my mother
next to him
and four adopted kittens
and I sit on the front porch
to look at kids ride their bikes
and remember when i got mine
on my 10th birthday
gifted by the same man;
my dad.
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Heartstrings and Shadows
PoetryStep into a world where emotions dance across the pages, where words paint vivid pictures of love, heartache, and the human spirit. In this collection, you'll find a tapestry of verses woven from the threads of personal experience and shared struggl...
