"Unfelt"

They told me he's gone,

And I felt nothing.

Is something within me wrong,

Or was he just not worth it?

He brought the darkness, the trauma

But I felt nothing—was that karma?

Not relief, nor hate, no sadness, no sting,

Inside I was still, calm, not feeling a thing.

I wrote this poem—or whatever it’s called—

Not because I care, but a thought slowly crawled:

Am I bad, or cold, or...wrong

Or was it him who never belonged?

In my life, in my mind....

he was the worst kind...

He taught me not to cry, not to feel,

That I should be a girl of steel.

I learned those lessons to survive him...

To live a life.... Despite him

Now, I just don't feel— not even fear.

Was he a father? Or a nightmare?

"Unfelt"