A little something I'm working on...

6th of the Month
I wish your father loved you more,
loved you enough to bow rain back
toward the future.
collapsing every prism that defies
light to become your rainbow.
loved you enough to
remove all the color and luster in your life
so that you can see things in black and white,
night and day,
right and wrong.
to know there is no such thing
as primary colored courage,
and that the cool of blue
combined with the cowardliness of yellow
would only create a vine of greened envy
who’s only goal was the
choke the life from your soul.

I wished he loved you enough
to swallow the tears he refused to shed
drown his incessant fears;
create a safe shore
distancing you from his sea of
inherited shame and pain.
loved you enough
to shower you in make believe
and distorted truths,
twisting and bending
your shallow existence
below his life’s surface.
A parallel existence where
your heart no longer
beats to satisfy his every whim.

loved you enough
to tell you that fairy tales don’t exist.
There are no fair maidens in the ghetto.
And the only place you’ll find fair
In it’s truest sense, is in the dictionary.
There are no knights to bestow
love and kindness upon you
and if you’re lucky,
you’ll find the one
that falls swiftly just before your death.

I just wish, I just wished he loved you enough.
so that when he said he’d take you places
God never dared…
that you’d had the
strength and fortitude to ask
who or what he believed in
because the god you know,
would never travel paths of broken glass,
and the backs of those he loved most.

to be continued....