They sip champagne, and sing cheerfully for Father’s Day, to commemorate those who love unconditionally.
But, what about the ones that were more monster than human? Furious at the hands of alcohol. Drunk, sleeping on the couch.
My heart is confused in these lovely times of celebration, creation, for my heart is warmed when seeing the others.
Fathers that don’t hesitate to give the their children love. But, then it freezes up from the lack of love my father replaced with broken bones.
Wanting to leave everything in the past, my father ignores my lasting scars. I wish I would be able to love him unconditionally, but he hasn’t even apologized.