february,
i am still wrestling--
the darkness of him,
the man called my father~

february,
i pass the red door
of the lutheran church
maybe i'll get a blessing,
an exorcism

maybe now
i am able
to forgive him
the anger,
the ignorance,
for being a bully,
a frightened man

maybe now
i can love him
without debate
without question
as i hope to be loved

maybe now
i can release him
from the dungeon of no rights & all wrongs

it's february
maybe it's time to love him...