Dear Father

Dear Father

By: H. M. Zike

I open my eyes,

At first, it’s a normal day.

Then I woke up.

I realize that it’s Father’s Day.

I crawl back into my covers

I Wish I hadn’t woken up.

Hadn’t opened my eyes.

I have grown used to this feeling

Now blanketing me.

It’s empty.

It's a numb sort of weightlessness.

Like if my body weren’t here

My soul and mind would simply

Float away.

My hands and feet are shaking,

As if my soul is rebelling

Against the trappings of my skin.

Throwing itself against my limbs in vain,

Hoping to escape.

My heart is heavy in my chest.

As if it has been dipped

Into cement.

I am hungry but my body is too heavy

To pull itself out of bed.

I am starving, my stomach is trying to eat itself.

It reminds me I’m alive

I’d rather be with you.