Sins of the father

Facing his greatest fear.

It started with silence,
that nonchalant violence.
True to your form;
calm before the storm.

Then voices raised,
as they had for days.
A crescendo of pain,
she fought in vain.

I sat there listening,
tears glistening.
You broke her heart,
and tore us apart.

Raised alone,
in a broken home.
No discipline, just strife;
only half a life.

Resenting,
non-relenting,
despising,
ever-chastising.

I sit here and wonder,
emotions asunder,
I'm now my own person,
product of your desertion.

I tried for years,
to explain my fears.
Yet for all it was worth,
she just gave birth.

Despite the fright,
I hold on tight.
With desire to set things right,
through him I might.

I sit here listening,
tears glistening.
You mended my heart,
gave me a new start.

A brave feat,
giving life to another?
Or doomed to repeat,
the sins of the father?

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