March 23, 2000
All Poetry

The Father

I leave the sanctuary of my room,

walking down the long

winding stairway.

I enter into a noisy silence that

disturbs my being.

The T.V. is on and noise fills the air, but it is in that wordless state that I am haunted and tormented.

I make my way across the living room floor. Carefully balancing myself like a high wire act with no net.

My body racks and convulses.

Desperately yearning to hear those words never spoken……

That he loves me.

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