I was lying in bed last night, & I heard a loud noise in the next room; I was startled, my heart rate leaped, and my breathing quickened. It was nothing major, but...
I realised...I still felt as though Dad was going to come into my room and thrash me.
Even though he is now dead, and it was a long time ago...I still carry that legacy inside me.
I am a grown man; & it still shakes me to my very core.
I am reminded...I have to find a way to let it go.
This fear deep inside, and all the latent hatred and negativity that go with it.
It was 11:11 when I decided to write this piece.
Armistice Day.
The war is over, time to start again.
Time for all the abused children to lay down their arms, and walk away from the battle.
It is time to flush all the hate, fear, loathing, anger, anxiety, & trauma from our system...
And let love in.
Love is everything.
Love is the lullaby for a wounded world.
Let the healing begin...
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