Father Wound

I learned silence in the spaces you left,
The echoes of promises swallowed in smoke.
Your shadow still leans across my chest,
A weight I never asked to hold.

You weren’t the villain, but you were gone,
Chasing bottles, chasing storms.
I carved my worth in broken stone,
Building walls where love was torn.

But a whisper breaks through the ruin,
Not the voice I thought I’d hear.

You’re the Father who never runs,
The anchor when the night comes undone.
You gather the sons who bleed in silence,
Call us home with a love unbroken.

I’ve seen fists become a language,
I’ve seen silence turn to scars.
Still the sky split with a kindness,
That no wound could tear apart.

Not every man holds the strength to stay,
Not every dad knows the words to pray.
But You,
You carried the weight they dropped,
You lifted the sons they forgot.

You’re the Father who never runs,
The fire when my soul comes undone.
You gather the sons who bleed in silence,
Call us home with a love unbroken.

And the silence finally breaks,
When the Father speaks my name.