The Baggage I Hold

A bitter, fuzzy memory in my mind
five years since you left

Arguging was part of the daily routine
he walked out of the door and time went still
happiness didn't exist anymore

Mom used money on me for a therapist
we struggled financially
time passed and then came Christmas
it wasn't like the others
why a decrease in presents and chocolates?
time passed and then came father's day 
the bittersweet feeling typing a message saying "Happy Father's Day. I love you"
a response wasn't heard of as he spent the whole day drinking

Starting 8th grade wasn't easy
there've been days where I struggled to keep composure to not cry in class

My mom came to my middle school graduation
where was my father?
father was busy with his friends

time passed and I am now in 11th grade 
there've been days where I wonder if he'll show up to my graduation

As I went through this experience, I realized many things
love doesn't last forever 
you can't wait on someone who won't ever show 
past-experiences make you stronger and help you grow into the person you are now

The baggage I carried in the past helped me grab motivation for my future
thank you for helping me grow, father