My relationship with my father was far from ideal. Growing up, I never received the love or attention I needed from him, which created an emotional distance between us. I felt lost, without the paternal guidance I longed for. Then, in 2020, during t...
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The pain of the past is devouring, Consuming like a rekindled fire, so towering. All this time, I thought I stood tall, A great tree, unyielding to it all.
But hindsight failed to see, The rekindled fire quietly spreading in me. It slowly lit my roots, as months went by, Consuming the foundation, with no reason why.
The tree fell to the ground, helpless and weak, Without hands or roots, help is what it seeks. Every twig, every branch that burns, Is meant to hurt, to suffocate, as it churns.
But in that moment, I finally breathed, Succumbing to the fiery flames, I was relieved. It didn't hurt, it didn't burn, The pain and I, set ablaze, reborn.
I accepted my defeat, letting the flames die, Doused by my tears, falling from my eyes. A river arose, from sorrow and grief, A river of tears, flowing beyond belief.
