It swells and boils and seethes underneath.
I tell myself “Let it go and LIVE” but
it is not that easy.
Not that simple.
Forgive me for my trespasses, you never will.
I try to cut you away with my knives, the sharp edge in my soul. I see your faces on every target I drive my arrow into.
You named me, but I am not your son. I am not your child. You bought me but I came at a price much higher than you first knew.
So now I try to forgive, to ease this poison flowing through my veins
and I will.
You have no idea what you did to me, what you created.
I thought it was normal – the belts, the words, the harm – but something inside of me said to always fight, always dream, always see.
So I did, and I do, and I release you.