On Father’s Day,
Words fall short before a man who was my safety when I was afraid &my strength when I felt weak.A father whose hands never let go of mine.Thank you for every prayer you made for me and for every moment you stood by my side without asking for anything in return❤️
I could have escaped with far less damage, but such is the ugliness of a habit I’ve carried since childhood: I keep trying, even when the loss is already painfully clear…
I wish for the one I love to be free,
free enough to leave, free enough to stay ..
To be able to return even after being taught how to fly..
A soul that never felt imprisoned by love,
but liberated by it..🤍
“Everything ended except that dove you left fluttering inside my chest, beside the old house we built out of stone and pale dreams a home fate allowed us to create, but never to belong to.” ❣️
Maybe that is why we were destined to keep leaving to escape the slow decay of comfort before it could tame our souls.
For nothing corrupts the heart more quietly than certainty that silent illness that teaches hearts to remain standing long after they have stopped feeling alive.
Stop mistaking possessions for presence..
Wealth may catch the eye for a moment but only the substance of your mind can hold a soul's attention..
The power of your thoughts leaves a lasting echo.. always🤍