And my mother once told me I was made of stars
Filled with galaxies of stories and secrets and witnessing the best and the worst the world
has to offer
I saw my dad look at her once like she was the lighthouse that would bring him home to her,
I watched him lose sight of it all in a riptide of uncertainties and fear of commitment once the
sun set.
One night,
I watched as my nephew entered this world, fighting & screaming for fear that this life
wouldn't be all that it's cracked up to be.
I'm starting to see what he means.
A breeze found its way through my open window
With sirens about three boys whose breaths were stolen from them.
With that, three young women--Biles, Manuel, and Carter win Olympic gold medals and I
can't help but wonder,
With unjust deaths and just victories and everything in between,
Why does it always feel like we’ve lost sight of the light before?
If I am ashore, now, who has lost sight of me?
I have watched men drown.
My father,
then you.