Your personal Reality

Your personal reality is most important.
You care because the strings of your heart were pulled. You see the the pallor view of the hurt heart, and insomuch there is hurt within you.

The parents who grow apart for the love of another, see naught the child who feels blame within.

They who call the shots of outer demise, and feel the presence of love from another realize... such stature itself is succumb to manifest the reality of outer lies.

The child who sees, the child who feels. Yet, it is he who kneels before the emotion of the parent... the parent who seals the fate, and often too far; too late.

Yet, it is he the child who shall bear the brunt, yet he who shall witness the blunt violence of truth.

My son, my boy... 'tis I that kneels. I cannot change the way she feels, for her heart I could not steal, and it is another man that reels, the fate of her love, that is so very real.

And to the existence of our life, to the Earth its meal, to the strategy of strife, and how reality it must feel, I apologize my son... I love you and nothing else has ever felt so real.

I cannot reclaim of your mother that I have lost, and I merely wish that my life to you wasn't a loss...

Each night and each day, I wish to be with you... my son, my boy...

Each and every day, I can never think of any other thing that gives me so much joy.

I am sorry, my boy. 'Tis I that has failed, never your own fault. 'Twas my own weaknesses that struggled, and such that has befallen the crest of such an injustice... as I hope the chill of such a generation does not seep into the greatness that beats within you, and absence of my love that does not seethe without you.

To bring you into such a time of darkness, and not to be there at your side.

Each day is a broken step that I cannot cross... each word here is a plea to be in your life, that she will not hear.

I am sorry, my boy... the tears cannot wash away the pain that you shall feel... I am sorry the warmth from me you shall never feel.

I am your father and I'm sorry, my son... it was never my choice that I had to run.