My Father’s Sin

February 9, 2008 • Poetry & Short Fiction • Views: 900

PhotobucketHaunted by a stranger’s ghost.
Casualty of my father’s sin.
Love is strong – demons are stronger.
The bitter taste of the bottle,
sweeter than his child’s love.

What was given – Uninvited.
Somehow made me something less.
Deep scars through paper amour.
Sorrow – Anger – Hunger – Fear,
in the harsh landscape of childhood.

Anger’s chains grow roots and weeds.
We are weakness – we are will.
Spirit bruised but never broken,
bravely stepping from the past.
Forgiveness is the blessing found.

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