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Far too many years my Daughter has suffered heart ache from what I did not give.
Many ghosts linger on, haunting her subconscious, making it difficult for her to live
a normal existence, not consciously understanding the mechanisms that drives her action.
Waves roll relentlessly upon the oceans of time, turmoil beneath the surface, a distraction
carrying within its meandering currents, so much debris, propelling it, often in my direction
Offering up explanations, facts, no excuses, just regrets, seems not to offer any satisfaction
for this beautiful Girl / Woman who has decided to give up control and let her emotions flow.
having the professionals guide a direction to the places she would like, needs and wants to go.
Always pleasing, looking for approval, being the best are no longer reactions she needs to show.
I am beginning to think the ghosts are dissipating, becoming a faint vapour from the past, evaporating
from the bright light of understanding, accepting, realizing that by letting go life will be more captivating.
The debris left upon the beaches of her life will be washed away with the outgoing tides, will be animating,
B. J. 2
November 9th, 2014
Epilogue
My Daughters, fifty year journey, walking the rocky shores of her life
is alighting on pristine, sandy beaches, to the rhythms of soft waves
eroding away all the jagged edges of her earlier life’s adventures .
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2024
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