Afraid I Might Fall

Sometimes there are no words,

there’s only sitting in silence

and letting the tears come.

It feels massively important to lose

a father.

I’m left with roots running deep,

but the trellis is gone,

the one that held me up,

the one too often taken for granted.

There is now a breeze at my back

where the support used to be,

and I’m afraid I might fall,

but I am finding I’m strong enough

to stand

on my own,

and I realize that all these years

I have been strong.

And all these years,

he knew.

-kh-

Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.

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The Deep Gift of a Flower

“To me the meanest flower that blows can give

Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.”

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