What becomes of the boys who fought in Vietnam.
Tis a sadness in my heart, to see the undeniable fact that he shall be dead soon. And I shall have lost my father, the first man I ever loved.
He was the nightmare of my childhood. I went to school black and blue, but for all of that he is thy father and my heart knows of no other with that title.
I forgave him a long time ago, I was still a child. Because I was completely aware that 'I knew' better even if he didn't. I would stand tall in the face of that raging monster and tell him, or her, that they were wrong to raise a hand to me in anger, or to try and break my soul.
I still stand strong, although sometimes... I still flinch at the hands of kindness from others.
Here is a story I wrote with a glimpse into my childhood: www.nowpublic.com/the_darkness_of_humanity_a_memoir
What becomes of the boys who fought in Vietnam.
Tis a sadness in my heart, to see the undeniable fact that he shall be dead soon. And I shall have lost my father, the first man I ever loved.
He was the nightmare of my childhood. I went to school black and blue, but for all of that he is thy father and my heart knows of no other with that title.
I forgave him a long time ago, I was still a child. Because I was completely aware that 'I knew' better even if he didn't. I would stand tall in the face of that raging monster and tell him, or her, that they were wrong to raise a hand to me in anger, or to try and break my soul.
I still stand strong, although sometimes... I still flinch at the hands of kindness from others.
Here is a story I wrote with a glimpse into my childhood: www.nowpublic.com/the_darkness_of_humanity_a_memoir