my father

i wasn’t sure what to do, when you held me and told me how you cared. how you loved. how you would keep me safe. for only in those evenings of sorrowful bliss could i believe such words. the little glass shards in my throat grew sharp as i inhaled, trying to stop the tangle of speech leaving my lips at that moment. unsuccessfully.. the tangle escaped, i manage to vomit out a cluster of words, an attempt at seeking justice for the deeds you had commited. if only i could be brave