The facade will follow you to your grave
Once in a while, I’ll allow myself to look at your Facebook page, The main reason I couldn’t block you, Just delete. I like to look - because sometimes when the doubt creeps in, That I’m perhaps being too harsh on you - It reminds me that I’m not. Your page is old photos, newly uploaded. Captions of your ‘pride’ in kids that you don’t know - in fact they’re not even kids anymore. You throw down your memories online, Like you used to throw down your fist. A facade for your Facebook 'friends’ The ones that don’t know the man behind the screen. How sorry they are for you, for the man who lost his family. How sorry would they feel; For the girl that cowers any time someone raises their voice? For the boy who had to become a man overnight? I hope you pray forgiveness, in your darkest hours when your soul reminds you who you really are. Although I don’t know how much comfort that forgiveness will bring - as you’re asking for it in the wrong place.
KAMCxo