The ultimate rejection,
Divorce,
Flashed through me like glass hitting the floor
The pain so deep I scattered
Just wishing it would go away.
Pieces of glass on the floor were sources of my identity
The medical institute accepted me in
As the base ball bat slipped through my fingers to the floor
Wanting to shatter windows
To show what raged inside me
Like distant memories of an angry father
To make the external match the internal
And the judgement that weighed on my shoulders
Was enough to convince me
That I was bad
That I was wrong
Enough to convince me
My kids would be better off without me
Heart broken I was willing to leave forever
A friend from the least expected of places walked and talked
Convinced me to battle
"The war we wage is not of flesh and bones," He said
Then, a voice deep within me
Whispered to fight
From my knees
Wounded and broken
So...
I did
...
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright 2016
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