Your shoulders were once my temple.
From them,
I could see the entire world.
I could fight the largest beasts.
I could touch the highest skies.
From them,
I could spot the most far off mountains.
I could face the most fearsome foes.
I could reach the most distant stars.
From them,
I could Rule.
I could Live.
I could Fly.
And from them,
I was invincible.
Won't your shoulders be my temple once again?
From them,
I could rest my head to cry upon.
I could be sure to keep me steady.
I could stain with tears.
From them,
I could grasp in one last dance.
I could hold with one last farewell.
I could count on one last day.
From them,
I could Laugh.
I could Live.
I could Fly.
And from them,
I could be given away.
Oh Father,
Won't your shoulders be my temple once, and a million times to follow?
~in regards of fathers
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Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations
PoetrySometimes We cry Sometimes We laugh Sometimes It's one of the same thing Warning: may contain strong language, adult themes, and an unnecessary amount of "extra".
