You blame me,
us,
them,
for stealing your dreams.
“How Dare You!”
you shout,
face twisted, contorted
into emotion.
Sadly, no one told you,
no one guided you,
to know,
no one can steal your dreams.
Just you,
and only you,
can let your dreams,
hopes,
desires,
visions,
slip away.
You can blame others
all you want,
as loud as you want,
but the truth is this:
You’ve lost your dreams?
That’s on you.
As a people-pleaser
who never wanted to
hurt anyone,
it stuns
and pains
and saddens me
to know how badly
I’ve injured
and pained
and scared
those I cared about
the most.
Reading her Mama’s
life, I see why she fears. I’m
her Daddy, redux.
I’m certain there is
much to say,
deep thoughts to share,
intelligent insights to expose
and uncover.
Right now,
I don’t know what they are,
I don’t know where they are,
and I don’t know
if I want to even find them.
We were asked if we/
would have come that Holy Night.
Answer: We were there!
So many of my/
best memories feature you./
I wish to make more.
When you write about/
feeling bad, you miss feeling/
all God’s joy and peace.
It’s easy to get/
insulted. You just decide/
that you want to be.
Women stand in my
past and now, witness to my
dumb interference.
I’ve offered thoughts,
unrequested. If it’s not
my business, why speak?