Some people accept and don't
accept differences.
That's what my father would tell me.
There's always that one person
which people spot the difference in.
When I tell my father what has
happened to me, he knows
what I was going through.
Maybe I got my grief from him.
He was surrounded by dark
shadows just like me.
We share the same misery.
However, when I lay there,
on the ground, I can see him
walk over and reach his hand
towards mine.
When I hold his hand, I feel
courage moving down my veins
and boldness going towards
my heart.
And my father, whispering,
"It's going to be alright,
my little girl."
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PoetryInspired by true events This poem is written for my father. When I struggled from my cruel mental health, my father would always tell me how he felt the same when he was younger since he had poor mental health as well as a child. The meaning of this...