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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In shadows deep where childhood fears reside A father's wrath and a son's tormented life. A torrent of abuse with a soul's despair A question lingers heavy in the stale putrid air. "Why was I not enough for my father's pride Why did your love like fragile glass - subside?" I searched within for flaws and faults unseen A defective ugly child unworthy of your esteem. Listen, to the wavering sound of your uncontrolled wrath. Like a thunderous lion roar untapped. Your fists were like the mountains lightning's strikes leaving me bloodied broken and torn. A distorted reflection in the broken mirror of your rage. A son's plea echoing in the void seeking peace in a Biblical sage. Each glancing blow was a cruel reminder of a love that took flight. A question murmured in the still of the night a son's plea echoing silently. The stars, like a voiceless jury bore witness to my endless fragility. Their sparkling diamonds reflected the blackened tears that blurred my tranquility. Against the wall against the floor, I fell In a proverbial coffin of terror was a living hell. Personified despair for my desperate plea. But love remained elusive never free or for me. How could I have been different? I pondered with sickening despair. Would a change in my .....essence have lightened the burden you ......bear? Your hands were never a source of ...comfort became instruments of fear. Their touch, a chilling memory of a love that just disappeared. In Dante’s theater of death there is a tragic play. Each act unfolds in shades of gray and disarray. Anaphora echoes through the years "Why, Father, did I provoke your ravaged fears?" Yet, in the end, it was the silence that echoed the loudest, Your life a fire extinguished by a disease most foul and foulest. Yet, in the quiet of your passing no answers were bestowed. Only the lingering question a heavy, burdensome load. Up from past’s charred remains resilience took flight just like A phoenix reborn. A new father to three daughters under God's watchful eyes. From your dark shadows I emerged stronger and wiser. A testament to resilience a survivor, a Christian riser. In the end, I found the answer... not in your silence but in their laughter. In the love I offer and receive now and ever, and ever after. For I am not the echo of your blind rage but the product of my Godly choice. In their smiles, I find my truth my answer is in their love for I found my voice. As another teardrop falls a trauma survivor finds calmness just for today and hereafter. Shadows deep where fears hide Broken mirror reflects man's pride Love’s absence and pain guides.
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