To Honor a Father

To honor a father whose cold love froze all the tears that can't easily wash away his memory from bitter thoughts is unfair. In this sea of deep pain, where my lost ship without a captain crashed against the steep cliffs ended a dangerous journey... when courage fed a hope in a young heart seeking adventures in remote worlds; nothing made him proud in remembering his tyranny that destroyed the true ideals. There should be no rememberance for the one who took away all the words of affection and replaced them with a longing that was cut short by the impossibility of being loved like other kids who grew up without strides and lived their beautiful youth in freedom. To honor a father is to cherish the good things he has done, but mine is that memory of grief: a tombstone without flowers, where not even a lark stops and sing his song to attest he was worthy of praise; I'd be condemned if I showed a feeling of truthfulness besides my forgiveness and judging him for his deeds is inflicting upon him a second death.