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And all my Fears Fade Away

Author: necrotic
ASL Info:    22/F/NY
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Class/Type: Poetry /Love
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I write this four days after finding out my Dad had a stroke. It made me open my eyes towards God.
I was at my grandma's with my mom, and my sister and Dad were at the house. My sister is little and didn't know the phone number to Grandma's, and didnt think to call anyone else after my Dad woke up that morning and fell to the floor. He was scared.. I know it, and he doesn't remember much now. He can't walk or talk right, and barely knows simple things, like the names of our cats, or even simpiler... the names of each finger.

This is for my Dad.
Thanks for being there.

And all my Fears Fade Away

Seems almost crazy to me.
Your smile and you laugh...
Your life was held behind them.
I am scared without you home,
I worry so much.
I feel like my eyes see only darkness,
and I am forever walking in a room with no walls.
Remember when I was little.
You would hold me so tight,
right after work and then lay me to my slumber.
All I wanted was you.
And I still do.

I can't seem to get it,
your just not yourself.
Without my Dad at home,
the darkness swallows me.
I need you there to hold my hand,
and guide me through the day.
Forever walking with you,
and protected from the truth the world hides.

I see you in the hospital.
And you can't move right,
I don't understand you anymore.
But I know that somewhere deep inside there,
is my Father.
The one that protects me from the world.
And even though I'm not little anymore,
I'm still yours.
Your little girl.
And I'll be waiting,
until my Dad comes around again,
until then I'll stand by you,
and look through that stroke that ate you,
and see my Daddy.
The one that used to tuck me in at night.
The turns the light on when I can't seem to find the walls to this darkened room.

I know your in there somewhere,
I see it in your smile,
those eyes that say you love me,
that your staying around a long while.
I trust that you'll come back,
you never let me down.

And while I sit here and wait for your return,
I think I'll protect you a little while.

Submitted on 2006-01-11 22:37:46     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  there's a lot of emotion here, i imagine writing it helped you heal somewhat.

i find this either to read than your other stuff because to be honest you tend to write morbid poetry and i tend towards soppy, sentimental crap instead...

i wont say i enjoyed reading it, because obviously its a product of your painful experiences, but it was certainly moving.
| Posted on 2007-04-17 00:00:00 | by Senna27NZ | [ Reply to This ]
  This is a beautiful write because it comes from deep within your heart and soul.
Family love is something we still have even when the world is dark and lonely,
whether we're the ones being taken care of..
or the caregiver to another.

It's nice that you're there to care for him now as he once did for you.. and hopefully he will be able to do again.

You write with emotion... making the reader feel what you feel. Keep it up!

| Posted on 2006-04-30 00:00:00 | by Intricate1 | [ Reply to This ]
  As I read this i felt your love for your dad and i know that his recovery makes you smile and brings you hope. This poem is heartfelt and inspiring in that you never lose hope. Thats important, as you are to me. Your talent for writing brings out this piece even more and i will continue to look for your work in the future. Keep on rockin baby.
| Posted on 2006-02-11 00:00:00 | by Spearone | [ Reply to This ]
  Yo, I truely love this poem. Not because it reminds me of anything I've ever been through or anything but because It's just beautiful. I'm sorry I don't have anything better to say or nothin, yo this poem is hot man. Anyway, good write.

See ya
Ghost Child
| Posted on 2006-01-12 00:00:00 | by Ghost Child | [ Reply to This ]
  This is a very emotional and moving poem. First of all, I am sorry for what has happened to your dad. I am a nurse and I have cared for so many people who have had a stroke and I know it is very frustrating and hard to deal with. I wish you and your dad all the best. I found this poem to be very sweet and sincere and well written. You have expressed yourself and your feelings well here. I do have one suggestion to break up the one line that sticks out further than the rest. It disrupts the form or overall appearance of the poem, but is really not a big deal. I just think it would look and read better if you made two lines with a minor change to make it read better...

Turning the lights on when I cant seem to find
the walls in this darkened room.

Just my opinion. But the poem as a whole is very good and very touching. Nothing with the content that I would suggest changing. Hope all works out for your dad. Take care.

| Posted on 2006-01-12 00:00:00 | by lmz | [ Reply to This ]
  Well... this is literally swollen with emotion, and that's what makes this piece stand out. this is not so well written as it could hav been from the point of view of the flow and imagery (although there were some images that were awesome like - walking in a room with no walls.), this is desperately touching.

I can realte to you because my Dad had a stroke too, so I know how you feel. Take care.
| Posted on 2006-01-11 00:00:00 | by expiring_touch | [ Reply to This ]

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