Authored: May 24, 2018

I look back to my childhood
I barely remember the face of my father
But I remember his words, his acts towards me
Not of love, not of compassion, unhealthy and devoid
I struggled for love
In a dysfunctional setting.

I look within
A sense of weakness and shame permeates
A deep wish for a what if things were different
But this is my reality, a monument
My inner being has always struggled
It's time to change it.

I look at myself, seeking wisdom
A serendipity, seeking tranquility
I remember those fleeting moments of happiness
Striving to recollect them
And hoping I can have something unique again.

A monument
Deep within my soul
Of what if's and what could have Been's
It is time to start anew.