Everything is present, yet absent.
Everyone is mine, yet distant.
I live in the shadow of freedom,
though it is suffocating inside.
Everywhere I see, I eye limits.
I am the apple of every eye, but I know it’s a true lie.
Love, praises, hugs and kisses are there in abundance,
yet they lack joy, warmth and affection.
All I seek is sought, but everything I want is forbidden.
Everyones home is my place, but none of it has my own space.
I have scores of questions, but every time I am made to answer.
Life runs miles in distance; fulfillment of my wishes seems distant
Guiding me is my father’s hand, who I know can never become my dad.
I know that every shadow is birthed by light, and believe that someday you too shall be mine
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