Forts
The days go on and he grows.
And so it goes
until one day he looks up and he
is no longer that child.
But the struggles are the same.
The hopes, dreams, fears, and tears remain.
And through twenty two years of
promises and blame,
they still couldn’t take away the pain.
Now the forts he built in his bedroom
exist in his mind.
They only grow stronger with
Time.
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