The Man Who Gave Me Everything

I watched my father’s heart break just a little

day by day it cracked more.


The developing masses

slammed against the edges

ripped apart the heartstrings

pierced straight through the middle.


Pieces fell everywhere

as I ran around,

breathlessly trying to pick up

these scraps of heart.


Strangers only took

only assumed

the worst of him


To the man who gave me everything:

I’m sorry.

I could not watch.

I was powerless.


but, so was he.


We stood stiffly hand-in-hand

chained down by their accusations,

choked by their surrounding lies,

silenced by the fear that ambushed us


I smiled at him,

looked over at what was left of his heart,

shut my eyes and


gave him my own.