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The Dull Ache

Always envisioned

By Rowan Finley Published 8 months ago 1 min read
Photo by Sasha Kim: https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-young-girl-sitting-on-stroller-while-drinking-milk-8430129/

My heart pounds when their eyes of judgement scrape my skin.

I can hear the crunching of their questions,

“Is he defective?”

Pulchritudinous answers…

I have none.

Being a single father is not glamorous.

But I work to do my best.

To God, I surrender the rest.

Many women look at me, and I know they don’t understand.

It’s not the worst thing in the world being misunderstood though.

I promise you,

I gave every ounce of love I had to give to the woman that I married.

Until one day,

I had nothing left to give,

because I couldn’t find me anymore.

Out in public, every family I see,

there’s a dull ache, yearning for what I always envisioned for me.

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About the Creator

Rowan Finley

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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    Written by Rowan Finley