Mute Father, Loud Scars

Bethel Ineke
@bethelineke908201
29 days ago

Dad, why were you silent?
Your voice; absent when I needed it most.
You never warned me of the cliffs ahead,
Never bent the tender tree
Toward the path of light.

You watched my feet wander,
My soul decay in shadows,
Unchastised, uncared for.
You were present,
Yet utterly absent...
A silence so loud
That a dropped pin could echo.

You were a good husband,
But a broken father.
You left your children like treasures
In the hands of thieves,
Where neglect became our inheritance.

In agony, you abandoned me...
Not to rise as a victor,
But to sink as a victim
Of your quiet neglect.
Still, I refuse to faint.
I will not let silence define me.

I will prune my wounds,
Shape what you left undone.
Though winter stole my first bloom,
Spring will find me again.

And when I rise,
It will not be in your shadow,
But in my own strength.
These scars you left behind
Will sing louder than your silence.
From the ashes of neglect,
I will stand, not broken,
But unbreakable.

©Ineke BSC

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