i talked to my dad in a dream.

a poem about a conversation i’ll never have in real life.

Photo by Xuan Nguyen on Unsplash

my dad asks me to tell him

why i doubt permanence and i

do not dare tell him it’s one of

the repercussions i have

to face as a result of

his actions.

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com

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