Dear Dad

I dreamt of you dad,

I remember how you'd take me on the bicycle

Tell me stories of how your scars became

Landmarks of your growth.

I dreamt that you left me on the road once,

I wasn't scared.

I was.. Probably free and lost

But not terrified.

We both carry the same souls they say,

They say I imitate your shadow like I know it by heart but dad,

When you wanted to give me a book to write my verses, you gave me yours instead.

You had everything written but it was in the language that my body is not used to.

My room is too noisy with my silence

And only screams your words on repeat

Don't fall

Don't fall

Don't...

But dad, how will I learn that the wreckage in me is the reason the water entered in

How will I learn to swim if I don't let the water in?

Your concern twists my brain into a room of comfort that suffocates me, because you taught me comfort is dangerous, so let me go..

Let me..

I dreamt that you left, and that night

I came home by myself, for the first time

And I wasn't tired, the walls in the room have space to write my story now.

Dad, let me teach you my language tonight, how my words become the street lights that showed me the way

How sometimes stumbling teaches me to hold on to every thin element I find.

Let me show my life under my eyelids

Let me make you my halo