In shadows cast, a distant figure,
A father's love, an absence so much bigger, Emotions buried, locked away,
Leaving wounds that never truly sway.
A voice unheard, a touch not felt,
In memories fragmented, pain unfelt, Searching for warmth within his gaze,
But finding coldness, like an icy maze.
Yet through this void, strength will rise,
For wounds can heal with one's own eyes,
A father's absence may leave a scar,
But the heart can mend and journey far. Through resilience and love's embrace,
A new narrative begins to trace,
For the power lies within our own worth,
To heal and find peace in our own birth.
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