Divorced Dad Poem by Tor Silvertongue

Hatred
I hate this
I hate who I've become. More so than who I was.
I hate that I was every given a home

Never having one would hurt less than this
My home has been burned to ashes,
Scattered in the wind.

Made to feel an absent father.
Made to feel like a fading memory.
Made to feel less than Me.

You'd say you know the feeling.
But you've seen nothing.
You say that what I did,
Outweighs what you've done,
You're catastrophic.

I've got nothing left but wisps of a promise
To see him grow,
To flourish.

I thought you knew,
You'd seen the difference.
Two fathers never compares to one...