what has taken form aside my need is longing
how they convey and drag me into their midst,
I can never lie about who I thought I’d be.
Yesterday for instance,
yesterday I schedule my thoughts
far at the mountain top
to see beyond father’s head
without help of a stool
and our cracked floors helping hand
but my longing won, when father came home
only after I went to sleep.
That Gut Wrenching Poetry 