• Small Flame

    by Seo Kang

    Recalling the memories of my childhood past,
    I angrily remember the emptiness inside.
    The voids I felt from my “father’s” absence; they all too fast,
    Wash over me until I only feel a pang of pain – a stab in the side.

    Walking into the familiar coffee place,
    All suddenly feels hostile and foreign.
    For I cannot build up the courage to see the face
    Of the thief who taught me how to mourn.

    Sitting opposite the one who gave me grief and loneliness,
    In statuesque silence with a shield over my heart;
    Yet looking into the culprit’s eyes, a replica of mine, I cannot miss
    The intangible bond that now cannot part.

    As I grasp my father’s calloused and harsh hand, it all too soon,
    Kindles a small flame of love in my soul as we walk together under the moon.

    posted to Cedar Street Times on February 3, 2011

    Topics: Young Writers' Corner


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