DADDY
You feel small
and useless,
but he fills you
and loves you
and makes you feel in some small way:
needed.
You like the warmth
though the violence
of his love
makes you bleed.
You find it hard to walk.
You find it hard to stand.
You find it easy to lie;
harder to survive.
He's stolen from you;
he hurt too many people,
and now you must walk with your scars.
And as you grow
and understand the horror that has befallen you
you learn that it's too late to hate him,
because your father died years ago
and all that exists now is madness.
But you can't let him ruin your everything.
You still enjoy the warmth,
though some days it's still hard to walk...
even without the violence.
People question your actions;
aren't you just reliving the crime?
But you're not.
Don't they understand
that if you sacrifice your pleasure
that he wins.
And even in madness
you will never allow that victory to occur.
You forgive.
You sometimes (thankfully) forget.
And in the end,
you take it
and give it
like a man...
who was not subjected to such teachings.
Written By Jason Wright
NOVEMBER 22, 2006
for David & Jason Wright