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Father’s Daughter

journey without farewell.
No more kisses, no more hugs, no more promises
Your departure took my joy and my pride.
Words of comfort are a burden,
An annoyance grating on the bleeding scab.

I need an honest acknowledgment of my pain,
An acceptance of my grief.
I need no words, no letters, no utterances of any sort.
Let my healing come from my Maker.
Let music put me together.
Let those that have lost as I have, comfort me.
Only they know my pain.
Only they know how I feel.
Only they have walked in my shoes.
Let our experiences intertwine,
As deep calls unto deep,
Grief calls unto grief
So unkind and uneven,
I will live with this pain.
I will carry it every day,
An unpacked luggage that comes with me
on every journey.