Trapped in your realm of pain and fear,
You reflect it back on all who are near.
The closer we come, the more you fret,
If you can’t look in, you’ll lose us all yet.
You are so loved, more than you know,
But you can’t ever let your pain go.
Lay down your stick, open your fences,
See what is real, look with your senses.
You are so young, yet you feel old,
You keep locked away, your heart of gold.
Time to wake up, it’s not the end,
There’s still time yet for your life to mend.
Tags: Dad, depression, Growth, poem
