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The Unspoken Chronicles
A Dad’s Time
Not today, my dear, Tomorrow, my dear, Next time, my dear— Another tale of a dad. This dad, a busy dad, Always too busy for
Beneath The Weight Of My Silence
A night spent on my mother’s grave, This place, a haven of late. I feel the soil’s texture through my torn shirt, My dry blood
Reflections
Once upon a time, In a young girl’s heart, Cheer and warmth abounded. Such lightness, such openness; A shield from every outside threat. In due
I’m Fine (Not Fine)
Look at me, do I look whole? Mom thinks I’m broken, But I’m not just broken, I’m also battered, And I can’t fix myself. Physically
I Dream of Home Sometimes
There are days that I dare to dream otherwise, Of what a home would be for me and mine, Of how I would fill it
Tested By The Hands Of Time
Before my whole being gives up the fight Before my arms grow weary of holding you Before my ears find your voice unknown to me
