You lost your husband, I lost my father.

Never could be the perfect kind of daughter.

It hurts me still, maybe it always will.

There wasn’t a part of me he didn’t kill.

And I’m healing slowly, taking my time to feel.

I have to separate what’s make believe and what was real.

Trauma lens…protected me for a long while in what it concealed.

The more I learn and remember…the more I struggle to have the truth revealed.

Posted by:Lauren Kim

🦋 I write my own stories, breathing in life & love by my heart's endless daydreams.

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