Daddy, I miss you
I wish we had spent more time
so that we could have an adult conversation
I stare at your picture on my wall
There has been a lot of pain
You were the only family I had
that was emotionally available
Although you never said a word
your actions spoke loud enough
I would like to think
there is a beginning to an end here
and there is a place where our spirits
can reconnect and dance in
the peace and comfort that we
searched for with alcohol and drugs
The simplicity of death and removal
of a body with its insecurities and baggage.
The birth of a spirit that no longer
lives in shame, anger, and confusion
My travels are not yet over
on this side but if there is a light
at the end of the tunnel
I hope I get to see your
Irish eyes smile one more time…
RECYCLED HUMAN 