the bitter words
from papa
a long time ago
are the bridges
of my
islands, and as i recall
each words
the islands interconnect
to find myself
whole
and then when i finally
understood his message
i visited his
grave and i said
thank you
for the time and the
effort
of hurting me.
i have seen
for once the light of
my darkest nights.
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