Unspoken Words To My Father

I stood at the edge of the final goodbye,
a heart full of echoes, a soul asking why.
The weight of your absence, heavy and wide,
left me with words that never arrived.

I reached for you in the silence of night,
but time had stolen my chance to make right.
Did you see me? Did you know?
That I was worthy—that I could grow?

Mars came raging, tearing apart,
ripping the wounds buried deep in my heart.
Unworthiness whispered, doubt took its place,
grief was the storm I could not erase.

Saturn stood waiting, patient and still,
teaching through loss, through fire, through will.
Not all wounds are meant to be mended,
some must be felt, some must be ended.

I see now, the love was there,
woven in silence, bound in the air.
Not in the words, not in embrace,
but in the lessons time cannot erase.

So I let go—not of love, but the chains,
not of memories, but of the pains.
Mars burned the past, Saturn made me see—
the only validation I need is within me.