Friday, 23 October 2009
Father and Son
When the Father lived, the Son died.
He was crucified on his father’s cross.
A cross the Son carried and his Father made.
But he wasn’t his father’s reflection.
The Son's mind didn’t mirror the Father's.
Even when the Son tried to reflect back his image,
He failed and failed again.
It’s hard for the child to be the man.
It was hard for that child to be that man.
But that child tried to lift himself up to his Father’s height.
And the few times he did, the ladder was quickly swept away.
For his Father was taller when he stood on his Son’s ego.
The Son's reason and heart battled to claim the ship of self.
The heart said: Father does no wrong.
And reason replied: He can do wrong. He has done wrong!
The battles were as unfair as the war was long.
Each little battle took place in the Father’s domain,
And played by his rules.
The Father made the Right and the Wrong
Which made each bruise bleed in shame -
"Punished for being punished."
The Son's mates never knew the tightness of the Father’s reigns.
How they cut into their mate’s skin
Each time the boy tugged away.
How the Son struggled to escape.
How he struggled not to escape.
How the easy option was so very hard.
How the world shrunk to the size of his Father’s ego.
In the forest of Father’s rules, he struggled for breath.
He hoped to find his free self hiding there.
But when he found it, it quickly ran away.