{"id":3377,"date":"2025-07-29T14:49:41","date_gmt":"2025-07-29T14:49:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3377"},"modified":"2025-07-29T14:49:45","modified_gmt":"2025-07-29T14:49:45","slug":"unspoken-truth-about-daddy-wounds-can-really-mess-you-up","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/unspoken-truth-about-daddy-wounds-can-really-mess-you-up\/","title":{"rendered":"Unspoken Truth about DADDY WOUNDS CAN REALLY MESS YOU UP"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I needed you, but you weren\u2019t there,<br>Not just your body, your love, your care.<br>You were a shadow behind closed doors,<br>Present in name, but nothing more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You taught me silence, not with words,<br>But by the things I never heard.<br>No \u201cI\u2019m proud,\u201d no \u201cI see you grow,\u201d<br>Just empty stares, and \u201cI told you so.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You held the world in heavy hands,<br>Yet never learned to understand.<br>That strength\u2019s not found in stone or steel,<br>But in the way a father helps you heal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Sometimes you shouted, when you should\u2019ve stayed still,<br>Left me with wounds too deep to fill.<br>I tried to please you, tried to shine,<br>But your love always felt just out of line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I watched other dads in parks and pews,<br>Wishing I could trade my shoes.<br>I blamed myself, thought I was flawed,<br>That maybe I was too much or not enough for God.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But I grew anyway, through cracks and scars,<br>Found my own light, counted my stars.<br>I built my heart from broken ground,<br>And found a softer strength all around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Now I\u2019ve learned: forgiveness doesn\u2019t mean forget,<br>But I won\u2019t let your absence be my threat.<br>I speak my truth without shame or fear,<br>Even if you never choose to hear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Because the man I\u2019m becoming won\u2019t repeat your ways,<br>I\u2019ll love with depth and give with grace.<br>And maybe one day, when I hold my own,<br>They\u2019ll never have to feel alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I forgive you, not because you said you\u2019re sorry,<br>But because carrying this pain is just too heavy.<br>I release the silence, the ache, the rage,<br>So I can finally step off this caged stage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I forgive you, not to erase the past,<br>But to free myself at last.<br>The child in me deserved much more,<br>But the adult in me won\u2019t keep that score.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I may never get the dad I dreamed,<br>But I\u2019ll still become the love I need.<br>And in that freedom, I choose to stand,<br>No longer broken, just beautifully unplanned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/19WaAQdC1T\">https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/19WaAQdC1T<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/a-soul-built-very-strong-from-a-broken-stone\/\">A soul built strong from broken stone by walking shadow<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"HAVE A FRESH START FROM THE PAST SPOKEN WORD BY WALKING SHADOW POETRY | POETESS\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/WapUdCCsEr0?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I needed you, but you weren\u2019t there,Not just your body, your love, your care.You were a shadow behind closed doors,Present in name, but nothing more. 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