My Daddy has Cancer

I did because you said I couldn’t.

I did because you said I wouldn’t.

All my life I’ve been shaped by you.

Not doing what you’d want me to.

When did it change, this disdain?

When did I cry out in pain?

When did it start,

and when did I stop, hating you?

Now I see in you, what I never saw.

Your push, your drive, your stubborn will; replaced.

Two words actually changed it all.

“I’m sorry,” you said to me.

Your “I’m sorry” set me free.

I can chose to love you now.

I can refuse to hate.

Your words gave my heart new eyes.

I see a different man.

My eyes see you wasting away and my heart breaks because you said you were sorry.

You realized at some point that you had crushed my soul. I felt your disapproval. I knew I was not who you wanted me to be.

It took years for you to garner your strength; however, you became strong by admitting you were wrong.

You bowed your pride and loved me.

It would be easier to lose you if I didn’t love you now.

I can because you said I couldn’t. I did because you said I shouldn’t.

You shaped who I have become.

Intentionally or unintentionally you taught me how to be who I am.

Now, in this…Daddy, may my LOVE shape you.

I know you thought that it couldn’t.

It has, though I know you thought that it wouldn’t.

Couldn’t… wouldn’t… Did

Author: Jana Horton

I write to soothe my soul. I empty my words onto napkins, scraps of paper, receipts... anything really. When I was very young my mom told me to stop writing on my hand. I never did. I write on it to this day. I’ve lost so many scraps of Self on soggy napkins; I’ve yet to lose my hand. The words I scribble there may wash off, but since they are inscribed in my soul, once they are released, from heart to hand, I am allowed to let them go.

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