Looking in the mirror it’s all I can see
The ghost of a dead man looking back at me
I loved him so much, father of mine
But all I want now is a chance to be free
You were the boss, you drew the line
Nobody dared to undermine
On pain of death that’s how it felt
Life was easier just to resign
Your hands big enough no need for a belt
Only the once did I show the welt
But once was enough to be scared of you
Mental anguish is what you dealt
No longer here, this much is true
I couldn’t even mourn for you
I still hear your belittling discourse
Bullish words I never outgrew
Back in the mirror, I look again
With weary smile, I count to ten
I am who I am, what will be; will be!
Living my life until death knows when
Copyright © JRFC April 2019
Powerful and real
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Thank you, Paul 👍🏻
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Sometimes it’s hard to forget the lies, the misperceptions. Still we must speak truth and drown out the darkness.
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Thanks Tara, you know me, say it like I see it but family will always be complicated, alive or dead 😕
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Pleasure
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