today, sir, is the day to say thank you
and my way to do so, ermh --
is to write you a poem
i don't know about your past but your
knowledge of mine is vast
you knew me better than my parents
and you spotted the real me during our therapy never said my "father" that he
was proud of me -- but you did, you revealed in me the true kid because you have the gift to lead people to the place where their truth is; most people join the rat race, but you always kept the same pace and you
made it to erase my shame, healing people is what you're here for, reliable and faithful, and regardless of any writer's fame: YOU HAVE A NAME... an inner flame of kindness glows in your soul, you released me from my
blindness, and you helped me dealing with my tormenter: cole, i never felt that you played a role, i sensed you are whole, may god bless your four daughters, and i wished YOU had been my father, but thats fine: cause you
became a father figure, and soon i figured that your goodness makes you richer than a person owning millions, i do thank you a billion times for being
a mirror who is speaking, at our first session i
shivered, but hid it, you opened me, and noted nothing down, you just listened and saved me from drowning
each letter is for you, each word proves my gratitude how can you have this attitude? how do you do this?
im not idealizing, yet, you're my idol, cause you taught me bout my anger, that as a child, i never had a man as a rival, i had lost my destination and you were my arrival
Fakhri Khalik, you were my arrival.
You stopped my denial.
You are a huge part of my survival.
You are my arrival, I am your disciple.
Forever Yours.
Max
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
today, sir, is the day to say thank you
and my way to do so, ermh --
is to write you a poem
i don't know about your past but your
knowledge of mine is vast
you knew me better than my parents
and you spotted the real me during our therapy never said my "father" that he
was proud of me -- but you did, you revealed in me the true kid because you have the gift to lead people to the place where their truth is; most people join the rat race, but you always kept the same pace and you
made it to erase my shame, healing people is what you're here for, reliable and faithful, and regardless of any writer's fame: YOU HAVE A NAME... an inner flame of kindness glows in your soul, you released me from my
blindness, and you helped me dealing with my tormenter: cole, i never felt that you played a role, i sensed you are whole, may god bless your four daughters, and i wished YOU had been my father, but thats fine: cause you
became a father figure, and soon i figured that your goodness makes you richer than a person owning millions, i do thank you a billion times for being
a mirror who is speaking, at our first session i
shivered, but hid it, you opened me, and noted nothing down, you just listened and saved me from drowning
each letter is for you, each word proves my gratitude how can you have this attitude? how do you do this?
im not idealizing, yet, you're my idol, cause you taught me bout my anger, that as a child, i never had a man as a rival, i had lost my destination and you were my arrival
Fakhri Khalik, you were my arrival.
You stopped my denial.
You are a huge part of my survival.
You are my arrival, I am your disciple.
Forever Yours.
Max
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