I met my father today.
We took a walk for the first time together
between the streets that divide those standing rock pillars.
I told him how I felt, how those years of neglect
destroyed my soul.
How I defeated my demons without him standing in my corner,
without him cheering me on, encouraging me.
As I spoke he remained silent, without saying a word.
He only listened
taking in those knives I repeatedly kept throwing at him.
As we circled back to his place I bid him farewell,
leaving him like he left me so long ago,
I left the cemetery, never to return.

The darkness that surrounds me
battles my fair skin.
I stand out, not meant to be here
but aware of the reasons.
Others wander around me, ignorant of my story
they pierce my soul with pointed fingers.
They blame, scold, and criticize me.
No one reaches out, no one to lead me through this dark abyss
of life.
I am not like them. I am conscious to what I have done.
My actions have lead me down this path,
my thoughts, the war within my mind.
I continue to walk, lacking regret
as the light fades behind me.