In September I had my first family visit with my dad after 22 years of his incarceration.
Then the doctors said, “He won’t make it.”
I haven’t lived a crazy life, but I have lived in a pretty messed up one.
Learn to ignore the hate and negativity.
It’s on me to do it.
The glue to mend a broken heart.
When no one is watching…
. . . But don’t want to tell them.
Two Poems from Giselle Galletan.
I let the torment bake.
At least birds can fly away.
… But I don’t want to tell them.
I wanna be free.
Is it too much to ask to have a dad?