How can you live when the best part of you dies? Where do you draw strength when your sole source of strength is taken from you?

This poem explores the loss of my father and the impact it had on my life. Even now, 6 years later, I can't seem to grasp the straws together to make my life whole again. Every day I fight with an enemy I cannot see. The one thing my father never taught me how to do.

This poem originally was published in Sad Poems