A mysterious knock upon my door,
The stranger stares intently at me;
I thought he was there to sell me a vacuum,
“Not interested”, I say.

He takes a deep breath, and he knows my name,
“I’m your father”, he blurts;
I notice his face holding my features,
It is the brutal truth.

I suffocate with a racing heart,
This day was never to arrive, but it has;
I am silenced, my mind enveloped in fury,
An emotion solely reserved for him.

I think of his abuse of my mother
And his choice to leave me a stranger;
I know about the child that followed me
Whom he proudly calls his own.

My mind yearns to speak the rage it feels
That needs to find my lips;
So long, this anger has grown within
That have again revealed itself.

He says he has grown with apologetic lips,
He needs to know who I am;
Doesn’t he know that the time is gone?
It has taken all of his chances.

I have heard his sentiments as I close the door
And leave him in the outside world;
He knows what I needed to say,
“I am happy to have never known you”.