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