The Root Of My Pain

By Stone Bryson

Dad - 
I looked to you... as a hero who’as... larger than life
when - 
I was younger... you could do nothing... wrong… only right
but - 
the words that... you poured in me... caused a fear in me to grow.
Never grow…
out of the insecurities in me... for which you are to blame,
maybe that is the root of my pain.

Dad - 
I often wonder... how I would be... today
if - 
you’d showed the faith in me... you sent... your blood-son’s way
or - 
would it have made... a difference... I guess we’ll never know.
But I know...
that you never loved me... as much as you claimed
maybe that is the root of my pain

Dad - 
when you passed away... wish you'd have taken... the time to care
enough - 
to leave apology for the... cross you... gave me to bare
now - 
I realize your indifference... toward me... was not a show.
To show…
that your lack of faith... was unjustified and misplaced
is to deal with the root of my pain.

Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written January 1996

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