I cannot think of any need in childhood
as strong as the need
for a father's protection.
Sigmund Freud
On this day I remember the man I adored.
I stood by his bedside with death at the door.
I didn't know then my heart would be shattered
to learn the truth, that I never mattered.
Memories crept out of the dark in my soul,
followed by healing for me to grow whole.
It all makes sense now looking back,
fiction replaced by glaring fact.
Wherever you are, know this to be true,
the pen in my hand writes in spite of you.
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