The lack of you
Is embedded in my soul.
I never stop searching
for a reason why
I never had a father.
Its a journey I have been on,
All my life.
The wounds it has caused
Are many and deep,
Cutting me to the core
as sharp as a knife.
Like some nightmare
All the questions I carry
I cant escape.
Each and every day
I am forever haunted
by what I havent had,
What I cant ever recover.
I try to be alright,
Appear to be grown up
but inside Im still that child
unsure of who I really am.
Like some empty shell
void of confidence,
A stranger to happiness
Its hard to make believe
I dont have a hole
Where a father's love should be.
And over the many years
It has become dark as night,
And never ending.

🦋 Michele Christine Martin 🦋

© Michele Christine