By Raveena Kaur
I had no ill intentions
no reason to villainise you
yet somehow in my poems
it feels like that's all I do.
You tried your best and
worked the nightly hours
but the sacrifice demolished
our unknowingly fragile bond.
Now you hold out loving arms
awaiting my cold embrace
but the limbs feel unfamiliar
and the contact burns with
discomfort despite you being
in my life since the very first
moment I breathed air.
I want to do better, be better
but something in my mind pulls
us apart— Is it me? Do I lack
effort and patience or does it
stem from something deeper
that I struggle to remember?
Maybe I simply cannot bond
with a man I've always known
because the man has never
known me. You tried I realise
and I appreciate the sentiment.
You will always have a place in
my heart as my father but I
cant see you being anything
more than a father. My father
who tried, my father who loved
my father who to this day I for
some reason cannot fathom.