Weathering the Storm

In a voice that echoed walls, he came and went,
A mirror to a past, in present's lament.
My father's shadow in another's guise,
A cycle repeated, under different skies.

His temper, a storm, relentless and raw,
In his tempest, I lost who I was before.
A reflection distorted, I became someone new,
In the eye of his hurricane, I barely knew.

He left, as all storms do, leaving calm in his wake,
But the damage was done, a soul left to ache.
I should've walked away, long before the end,
But I stayed, hoping the broken would mend.

Don't expect my apologies, for the me I've become,
You never said sorry for the damage done.
In the silence that follows, I find my own might,
From the shadows of yelling, I step into light.