The glass was shattered and I was cut
You picked me up
And brought me up
You used your words to kindly heal
The wounds in which still need to seal
You held me close that cold cold night
And told me I need not to fright
He said not to worry, it wasn’t my fault
And rocked me to sleep, all my doubt knocked out
Now, nine years later; my wounds are still here
I still blame myself; I still have the fear
The nightmares catch me every night, even day
But still, nine years later my father will say
“It isn’t your fault, It’s my fault instead
I’m sorry it’s partly my fault you’re broken
But always remember, when your heart starts to ache
I’ll hold forever, until the dawn breaks
You are loved by both your mother and I
And remember, it’s always okay to cry
Crying is what helps peoples wounds heal
And it helps you grow stronger, and as bold as the ciel
Come my girl, come give me a hug
And let us exchange our feelings of love”
And on this quiet evening at seven o’clock
I fell asleep to my fathers gentle, soft rock
Thanks for reading my Poem about one of the people who inspires me,
My Father
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