Daddy
Today I had my first ever therapy session. I cried, and had a lot of feelings brought into the forefront that I have been suppressing for quite a while. Many of the feelings were regarding my relationship with my father. I plan on posting another piece of writing soon, going more in depth on where I’ve been recently, but for right now, I wanted to share this poem that I wrote months ago about my dad. I didn’t plan on ever posting it publicly, but maybe some of you can find comfort in knowing you aren’t alone. ********* when i was a baby, you would take me fishing with you. i would hold my little pole, and sit on my little chair. pretending i knew what you were talking about. it’d be 5 minutes before i’d get bored. to occupy me, you’d tell me to go grab the worms. i always did. that was my job, even though i almost always ended up playing with them. sometimes i’d just watch them moving in my hand, other times i’d throw them in the water. you laughed...