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Dear Father

Today is January 5, 2018.

By Amelia DavisPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Three years later,

Waves of uncertainty

Surround me, my thoughts

Buried in heavy layers

Of grief,

Of pain,

Of distress,

Creating this unbreakable trap

For any peaceful, comforting

Notion to shine through.

.

These terrorizing emotions

Come in bursts. Strongly.

From time to time.

No true warning or

Clear triggering sign

Could even prepare me

For the feelings I carry

For the loss of you.

.

Engulfed in this sorrowful trance,

I am often left connecting dots.

Taking on an emotional puzzle

In such a dazed state of mind,

Only to learn the answer

Had been so lucid

For three years now.

heartbreak
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About the Creator

Amelia Davis

"You're mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, you can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds."

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