Adventura, Poetry
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Dad

It’s been a long time coming,

I should’ve
written this
sooner,

but you were
way too big
for these pages,
always way too big
for words,

bigger than anything
I put into prose.

How do you put words
to what defines you?

Threaded through
my every move,
I see you flickering
in the eyes of my exes,
in my voice
and in my
silence.

Some days
you move me,
and some days
you cease me.

Some days
you smother,
other days
you lift.

How do you make sense
of opposite extremes?

I know I’ll see you
to the end
but I can’t explain
what I can’t comprehend.

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Hi, I’m Emily and I like to think of myself as a kaleidoscope, but one that ranges from a spectrum of commitment issues to emotional hoarding, all circling around varying shades of anxiety. People say I have trouble ‘staying present’ and I’ve found that daydreaming becomes significantly less acceptable in your 20’s.

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