To My Father
I can feel the ghosts of your handprints on my body
Like scars that don’t hurt anymore but once did.
No one else can see them,
But I’ll always know they were there.
You didn't ask if you could leave your mark on me,
But before I could stop you,
You did.
You will never know
what it’s like for shadows
to loom over your body
Suffocating its innocence.
You will never know what it’s like to feel as if
Beneath your skin, you are made of glass
Breakable at any instance
But I do hope that one day,
Someone takes something as important from you
As you did from me
Copyright © Bettina Gannon | Year Posted 2023
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