Father Morgana

You stand inside the doorway,

But you never really see me.

Your voice is always louder

Than the person I could be.

I learned to walk in silence,

Learned to hold my breath for peace,

Hoping all your storms would fade

Or finally release.

Father Morgana

You’re here, but you’re only a shape in the light.

A shadow I follow that fades out of sight.

I hide who I am so you can’t pull me apart.

You’re a mirage of a father,

With no place in my heart.

Father Morgana… I reach you and you leave.

I dreamed that you’d be softer,

A place where I’d feel safe.

But I grew up in thunder,

Always learning how to brace.

You filled the rooms with anger,

With a fire cold as stone,

So I curled into the corners

Where I could be on my own.

Father Morgana

You’re here, but you’re only a shape in the light.

A shadow I follow that fades out of sight.

I hide who I am so you can’t pull me apart.

You’re a mirage of a father,

With no place in my heart.

Father Morgana… I reach you and you leave.

I wished that you would know me,

Or at least would want to try.

But you’re lost inside a mirror

That only answers “I.”

I reached for something better,

For a hand that never came,

Touching only empty air

Where love should’ve had a name.

I’m learning I can breathe

In a world without your fire.

I’m learning I can stand

Without shrinking to your size.

I don’t need your voice

To tell me who I am —

I can carry my own truth,

And I finally know I can.

Father Morgana

Now I see you clearly, a fading illusion.

A presence made empty by your own confusion.

I’m done hiding myself; I’m stepping out of the dark.

You can keep your silent kingdom,

I will carry my own heart.

Father Morgana… I reach you and you leave.