Like a painting,
The incidents of my past scowl silently
In my mind,
Forever.
Never free of them,
I walk through the shadow of life,
Wounded and scarred and never
Fitting in.
E'en amongst those
Who would understand and sympathize, and
Offer a supporting word of comfort,
No joy.
For fear rules all,
And e'en the thought of asking my brothers
And sisters of this journey for aid,
Is beyond me.
Likewise,
They in their turn are scared of me, a figure of
Authority, and Power. So I face my doom,
All alone.
Imprisoned,
Ne'er to share, nor feel, nor love, nor trust,
But only to live a shadow-life until
Final passing.
Scarred by my
Guardians, but condemned by my own hand,
I banish the world from my sight,
For all time.
No woman sane,
Would dare to penetrate my keyless prison
To gain the damaged prize within,
And I cry out in anguish.
This legacy
Of hate-filled so-called love, shall end
With this generation of the
Family line.
A thousand years
Of the clan line die without notice, from the
Lack of issue from my fearful loins,
The buck stops here.
The world,
Spared more pain and hatred from the possibility of
Another generation heaping pain on children,
Sighs relief.
I beat the odds,
The abused cannot become abuser in his turn.
For if untouchable I am, then alone I shall remain,
Forever.
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