The Storms

The Storms !!! My young Daughter’s life is in such a mess. Her aching heart, her soul, in pain, needs a rest. I know not what to do, or say, just give her my best, knowing, it is not enough, meaningless, I must confess. As these mean black clouds, loom, menacingly overhead, Storms are a brewing, raging, boiling over, instead of dissipating with compassion and understanding. The thunder they bring, doth ring out loud within the accumulation of this black cloud that only seems to harbour a sad rendering, beats – with a heavy fist – upon the door to my brain, pounds with angry passion in my head, bouncing off the walls of my skull, with ever more force than I, sometimes, am able to bear and what I have to look at, listen to instead should never be a parent’s nightmare, not fair !, these shards, these flakes, these splinters of lightning that strike, penetrate deep into the heart – frightening !!! – as it cuts through and into the very marrow of my soul as all this pain, all this rage, I have come, only to well, to know. I know not what to do, for you and me, my Dear. I know not how to elevate / eliminate all our fear except, to be the best I can, be a man rising above it all, empathise, listen and understand, heed the call and keep on fighting for you, and for your love give you my unconditional love and keep it above all the bulls**t that has brought us, driven us down, taken us round and round on this merry-go-round ride, confusing what we are and are to each other. All I would like, you, with all my love, to smother ! B. J. “A” 2 June 28th 2002