Between Your Words
Between Your Words
Dad
I tried my best
to live between your cruel words
Yet there was no room
I felt less
smaller than small
Like a comma that didn't fit
a period in the wrong place
a question not deserving an answer
I wonder
Now that you are gone
Who's words had you borrowed?
Did the pain you gave me
come from another's broken heart?
Was it too much to bear?
I now have room at the end of your sentences.
Not forced within the confines of your spaces
No longer force fed the pearls of your wisdom
You have not had the last word
I am not doomed to your hypothesis
I'm willing to dance on the edge of possible
My cliff is of note
worthy of jumping from
For I am not Icarus
I have no reason to fear the sun
Only your ice will melt from my wings
I do not wish to relive your convoluted nightmare
The drifting of your mind
Those barriers to my existence
Freedom at last!
Yes freedom at the end of your sentences.
Dedicated to anyone who has been caught between words.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2023
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