Just a Thing

You didn't fall for the
Scream dance fear of
The empty basket
The broken hustle
Leading nowhere
No, you didn't
Fall for the fast
Legged race to the
Cliff side of security
And endless yearning
Deep deep hole of nothingness
Disappearing hands grasping
bright eyes tears
Waterfalls into daggers of
Broken promises
You didn't fall for it, Dad
You escaped with bruises
And tales, nourishing knowing
You said "it's just a thing"
And made me feel
Like I made the Earth
Spin but
I'm not you, Dad
And look for relief in
The places you aren't
Falling falling
Cliff side feelings
Manufactured hope for
Certainty
When will I learn?