Sequence of Truth

Time.

There was a time I existed… only in my own head.

There was a timeIi went nearly extinct; thrived only by nourishing words… seldom received.
For a while, those got scarce… and my light almost winked out.

Almost.
It was a tough time.
But i made it through.

I saw the look on my mother’s face when they told her my father had killed himself.
I saw my sister fall apart.
I heard their questions and pleas… heard them mourn, saw them crumble and fall.
I didn’t want to help them find answers.
I knew there weren’t any.
He was gone… and nothing would make him come back.

Oh, I hurt, too.
I cried, too.
But I wouldn’t join them. couldn’t join them.
None of them had ever known what he had done to me.
They still do not know.

I am not sure if he deserved my tears… I want to believe he did; because deep inside, he was a good person.
Someone worth mourning.

Does it make sense to love and hate one person equally?
Does it make sense to miss someone who screwed with your head and heart, but at the same time always looked out for you?
Does it make sense to want to kick someone’s ass and hug them at the same time?

For me, it does.
I miss my father.
No child is born bad; there is always someone who is responsible for screwing people up.
Someone did that to my dad.
And my dad did it to me.

Back then, life wasn’t easy.
Like I said… my light almost winked out.
I almost gave up.

Almost… that’s the keyword.

I had to make a decision.
Long ago…
I decided that I would be the one to ruin my life… if anyone should have the opportunity, it should be me.
Ever since that day, I wear my fighting gloves. They might look old and worn by now, but they are still all I need.
Problems, no matter how big they may seem, are minor obstacles.

At the end of the day, after all, I still breathe.
I still have my spark.

Isn’t that all that matters?

I do exist.
Not only in my own head, but in this world.
I do exist… and i could not be more thankful.

Pain and joy both make me realize one thing…
I am still alive enough to feel them.

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7 responses to “Sequence of Truth

  1. I love this post’s conclusion.

    I too agree “no child is born bad,” and I relate to the conflicted feelings of loving someone and hating them at the same time. Time has tempered the hate, fortunately, but it’s not a feeling I’ll soon forget, though hopefully it’s one I’ll never relive, either.

  2. I feel guilty “liking” this Nephy — although, I always enjoy hearing your voice. I posted the last part of the story this evening. I finished it today specifically for you — that’s no lie…

    • of course you can ‘like’ this… i know what it means. πŸ™‚
      thanks for checking it out. i wanted to write about something completely different today, but this came out… and i figured why not.

      and oooh… i gotta go see! πŸ˜€
      i knew you wouldn’t be so cruel as to let me go to bed without knowing the end of it… πŸ˜‰

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