I was living a life.
When my father died.
I feel like a part of me quit living.
Maybe I'd had enough of the shit this life had been giving.
A little piece of me got lost in the tragedy.
Life became muddled in grief.
It's taken me years to find some relief.
Lost in a confusing world without guidance.
Until they were gone I never realized how much his words meant.
There has been moments in the darkness when I wasn't sure if I would ever find the way to overcome all the pain.
I still believe in the good.
I still believe in the light.
I will continue the fight.
©budmac38
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