i talked to my dad in a dream.
a poem about a conversation i'll never have in real life.
By alayna doyalPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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my dad asks me to tell him
why i doubt permanence and i
do not dare tell him it’s one of
the repercussions i have
to face as a result of
his actions.
instead, i say a lot of what
i want feels out of reach,
and i stop there.
i don’t draw the parallel for
him. i don’t explain that i
wanted to be a girl who
had a father. i don’t
tell him he was
always out
of reach.
and he doesn’t put the pieces
together himself. he doesn’t realize
that a lot of what i spend my time
unlearning is everything that
he taught me with his
absence.
he cannot recognize that
i am constantly trying
to undo what he
has done.
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alayna doyal
hi, i'm alayna.
i'm a poet ☽
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