Forgiveness Disguised As An Avalanche
It is March 7, 2014.
I remember this same day five years ago
As if it had happened every day of my life.
In my head it had:
The way you blew out the candles seemed huffier than usual -
As if you were on the cusp of explosion.
I could see it in your eyes:
Words were a thing of luxury
When you could still make a fist.
I have heard that you will know when you are dying,
When your fingers are no longer able
to shape themselves into the same impending embrace.
I have come to understand your stormy fist
as a desperate claim to a life
you couldn’t bare to loosen up on.
I see your eyes now
With ripples in the flowing waters beneath them –
The experiences that had carved chasms in our genetics
Are now simply chiseled into marble,
Statues from the stone
We once built our house with.
The demonic angel eyes of a “daddy’s girl”
Who never quite played the part
Now look to their father’s
As pools too expansive
For a young pisces to tread in
For too long.
We can breathe in the same room for more than a few hours now;
I am grateful for that.
Thank you for being a learning experience
I never could have read about in school.
You are the education I was born knowing.
Happy birthday, father –
This year my tide will swell to embrace yours.
making fun of girls for having “daddy issues” is literally the most illogically cruel thing i can think of haha “hey you! your dad sucked! i bet that really impacted your life and the way you form relationships with other people lmfao fuckin loser”
with the added bite of like this also taints the value of you as a woman forever bet you’re gonna have problems!!! LOL