A simple photograph can feel
like an explosion of my senses
Catapulting me back 60 plus years
Causing a reflection of my life from the lens
Of a bird looking at the whys and hows
Of my circumstances.
I have to ask why we suffer
I have to ask why it’s necessary
To hurt others.
I have to ask
And yet here the adult stands
Having survived the abuse
The adult has laughed and cried
The adult has celebrated and wept
The adult has lashed out
The adult has loved
And the adult has lost
Loves and battles and children
Anger starts seeping in
My finger pointing at my father
My feet start filling up with a
Vile feeling of hate and remorse
My mind reels with blame
And my lips hold tight in pain
The adult asks do I want to go there again?
Feel the heat of anger fill my vessel?