POETRY
How Does Your Heaven Look?
A poem dedicated to the man I called my Father
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2 min readMar 20, 2022
~ prelude ~
Is my greatest guilt
found in the weight
of my tired eyes?
Am I not guilty of more?
Did I not curse myself
in a moment of daring —
forcing myself not
to cry,
for suddenly I needed
a challenge!
And not once has my eye
been wettened
or even met by tear.
~ the Journey ~
A desert of impassible
emotions mixed
with Fear,
dripping in wanting wait
waiting for me to
finally, appear
and lend ear
and strength
and power
to hold
the space
in a final Hour
to reveal Fate —
and so We wait.