I am a soldier without a war. A warrior without something to fight. I am at peace and I’ve laid my weapons down only as long as those I love are not threatened. But, I may be a man of peace now. And I may be at peace now. But this what I wanted for you when I stopped fighting. You’re lives shouldn’t have been full of the strife that mine seems to always have been full of. I pulled away and stopped fighting to give you a chance when i should have stayed more involved.
Welcome to the peace Field. It’s a question. As always of what the fuck happens next. I am a still a weapon, I just need a direction. Point me in the right direction and set Me off. But that not what I want for you and your mother. You deserve the peace I have. So does she. I don’t know if I’m that. But you both deserve better than this.
My dark side lays dormant, it’s not dead. But I don’t want it exposed to those that I love. They have experienced too much of it. But my dark side is better because it’s honest in its darkness than two faced family members that lack empathy and only Do for themselves. This goes back two decades minimum. We never had peace because we were never allowed to.
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