Kindle Notes & Highlights
His need, Of controlling the air, The air that we feel, That belongs to him.
Breathe slowly, Hold in the tears, Don’t let them hear, That you’re awake.
How would it feel, for daddy's arms, to not be distant, to be here with me, in this moment, to stroke my arms, to encapsulate his hand, in mines, to state his presence, affirm his love, for me, us, in spite of his abuse, of our mother’s gardens, her presence, her flaws, weaved through, mine. how would it feel, to not live, in fear, of days past, of his voice, resounding through, the walls, fear of presence, from his roaring footsteps, stomping on the floors, fear of being afraid, his shadow, where nothing, is there.
How would it feel, to be, daddy's little girl, to see daddy’s smile, to hear him affirm, his love for me, to feel his, rough hands, around me, hugging me, her, us, five beings, same love, home, wrapped inside, daddy’s arms.
I struggle to breathe most days, Struggle to sleep other days, Struggle to find my resiliency all days.
