I Am the Poem My Father Never Read”
I was born between verses, a stanza too soft for war, too loud for peace.
My mother taught me silence was safer than honesty.
My father taught me that men bleed inward ; in neat, invisible metaphors.
I loved like a comma; always pausing where I should have ended.
Grief tucked me into its pocket like a note never delivered.
Now I write, not because I know how, but because the ache needs a shape.
You call it poetry.
I call it survival.
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6 hrs agoI Am the Poem My Father Never Read”
I was born between verses, a stanza too soft for war, too loud for peace.
My mother taught me silence was safer than honesty.
My father taught me that men bleed inward ; in neat, invisible metaphors.
I loved like a comma; always pausing where I should have ended.
Grief tucked me into its pocket like a note never delivered.
Now I write, not because I know how, but because the ache needs a shape.
You call it poetry.
I call it survival.
📖
#PoetryOfSurvival #LiteraryHealing #AfricanPoet #SpokenSoul #TrendingVerse #KonnectPoetry #MidnightThoughts