Father is that You?

The constant yearning for a connection, the instant correlations, father is that you?

No past memories to pull from, no heartfelt moments to revisit but father is that you?

Wishing for a sign, searching for a clue, father is that you?

Is this feeling a disguise, is this emptiness see through, father is that you?

I sit and I pray, I hope and I scope, father is that you?

It’s hard to grasp, it’s tough to know what’s true, but my father is gone and I’ve got the blues.

I still feel his presences or is it all a proof, I just want to know, father is that you?

I see you in me, I hear tails about who you could be, I know it doesn’t equate to what I feel within me, a void so deep that all I can think, father is that you?

Echos ringing because I already know he is gone, no longer in the flesh, I’m left all alone.

My creator, my maker, oh how our time is nothing left, I know it seems crazy but my imaginations at its best.

If I feel it and it brings me joy, I’ll lean on that feeling because it’s all I’ll be able to enjoy, father is that you nudging me to be my best?

Is it you placing that thought inside my head?

Is it you shifting my emotional mess into clearer perspective knowing that I’m a woman of many depths?

Is it you I see in the mirror when my mind is shifted to how beautiful my natural melanin presents?

Is it you? Because I’m a mess, wishing you were here to carry me through life’s stress.

Father is that you, reminding me that pulse I feel is my heart beating within my chest?

Father is that you? I have one request…