Poetichick
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You look at me as if I'm crazy, as if nothing has gone wrong, but in the whole time you're telling me this, your look is far from gone. When I was younger all you told me was "That it's alright to cry" but now that I'm older and a child no more you yell if I dare start to cry.
All through my years in high school, I've been told those years should be my best, but day in and day out at least one tear is what I let show out.
You've always told me that I'm suppost to be "Daddy's little girl," but as through time I must grow up, even if I have to cry. Daddy, we haven't always been that close, but it is true I've always cared, you don't know how you've hurt me, never being there. Now that your home, I love you still, but sicker you still grow, it hurts me ever more to think that you still won't be around. Even though that you are sick; still further apart we grow.
I love you Daddy, and I am afraid that I don't say it enough. Daddy please know that even though I'm afraid, I simply won't give up. Some how you've taught me that through the tears, I wasn't really afraid, but letting go of everything, and gaining strength through the pain.
I let no one see me cry, but the product of those tears are those poems that I share here.
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Bluesy Socrateaser
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I got the impression right from the start that you never really experienced this situation. It was far too strained and redundant. Even those with little writing ability reach into their heart when called to express their grief, sadness, and despondency. In doing so, one is so touched having read or been told of such sorrow, that they are moved to tears.
The reach extended here was no further then the keyboard in my opinion, and thus was it so poorly presented.
Having said that, I would advise more research into such trauma in order to get a better feel for the kind of emotion attached to the loss of a loved one, compassion for one who may have wronged you, and most importantly of all, forgiveness.
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...Just being Bluesy
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