My Father held a gun, and I did not feel safer
It hurts to picture, its not fair that this
Engrained in my brain
Engrained in my brain.
I was in the bathroom
Seeing Death in my love’s hand
Who is a part of me and a reflection of myself
Who lives many lives and impacts many more
Those images never leave the confines of my mind.
And my love
My love of my father
My hate love.
My pure love
It is the past but is also the future
It is done for me but not for them
But its better?
We are the children
We are lookers
And the copiers
That gasp for air
Reality is thin
This is my fear
That love will not win
As I stare frozen with this fear
In the bathroom
And it seems like nothing
Here I am, in class
My mind is still in the bathroom
With the fear
The gun, my love?
They pass me in hallways unaware of my fall
This morning I witnessed the timeless question
Will love conquer all?