For all these years, I’ve carried the weight. A shadowed burden, a sorrowful state. Believing myself the cause of your scorn. A fractured child, bruised and forlorn. In my heart, I feared your discontent. Each step I took, with self-torment bent. Through storms of shame, I tried to ascend. Chasing the dream of making you commend. But this ceaseless pursuit, a reckless plight, led me to wander in endless night. I shaped my life by what I thought you'd see, yet lost myself in the man I’d never be. For years, I dwelled in a prison built within, trapped by the echoes of imagined sin. A captor of my mind, I held the key, but dared not use it to set me free. Through shattered glass, I gazed at my life, believing the cracks were born of my strife. But now, the truth comes gently clear: It was not my failure you held near. For all these years, I wore the blame, A crown of thorns in your silent name. Yet now I see it was never me, the disappointment lies where I couldn’t see. It was you, dear Father, who let me down, The weight of your absence a heavy crown. The praise withheld, the love unspoken, the trust in my heart that you had broken. Yet I do not write with angered breath, Nor with the sting of vengeance’ death. For bitterness is a chain I’ll not wear, I seek not vengeance, only repair. I forgive you now, for the wounds you left, for the dreams you stole, the silent theft. Your faults, though many, I’ll not let bind, the freedom I crave is within my mind. I set myself free from this heavy yoke, No longer tethered to words unspoke. I’ll walk unburdened, my soul now light, Reclaiming my worth in love’s pure sight.