Dear my dad, sick and twisted as you are
Twisted I am not, anyone who says I am is a liar
And as I have developed my hatred, my sought after-wrath
I gave myself an emotional war over you, and here lies the aftermath
I continue to feel my anger, burning and deep
And though I still do not forgive you, hatred I still keep
I have chosen, to extend a gift you may not deserve
After all, the things you did took a lot of nerve
I choose to give mine and karma’s mercy
As much as I absolutely feel you are unworthy
I don’t wish my pain upon you, I don’t want you to hate me back
Though I don’t wish your actions unpunished, cut me some slack
No longer will my soul seek self-righteous revenge for thee
Although, don’t believe this means you’re free
What you’ve done has hurt, more than you will ever know
I don’t do this for you, I do it for me, to try and let some wrath go
Because I looked at myself, I’d turned hatred into my defense
So I consider this part of my metamorphosis
I would rather stay above where you are in your broken elevator
I would rather try to let it go, than to make myself just as bad as you are
My hatred stays, but I’ve let wrath go, to make it easier on my soul
And now, maybe just now, I can finally work on making myself feel whole
To have empathy for all, and with those who’ve wrong me, atone
Than to be held back by apathy not my own
You might take it as a gift, or brush it away
But regardless of whatever you do, extending mercy helps me today
Extending mercy to the attempted killer of my soul
But you didn’t kill me, I am myself, or rather I will be, I’m almost whole
I’m not giving forgiveness, but it’s not that much further
And maybe then, I will finally, finally, feel my sense of closure
JD2005 👏🏻