35 YEARS LATER

35 years later, 

The boy looked at the man

Saying it’s not your fault. 

None of it is.

It never was.

You need to let it go. 

And the man looked at the boy. 

And he cried. 

And he said

I wish it was different. 

That you didn’t have to feel this pain.

That you didn’t have to walk this road.

That I could have made things different.

And he apologised 

For all that the boy would go through 

For the pain and the mistakes and the anger and the resentment and the rage and the fury and the violence and the isolation and the self loathing and the disgust and the hatred and the hurt and the pain, the pain, the pain in the years and decades to come. 

And the boy looked at the man

And said it’s not your fault. 

It’s not your fault. 

It was never your fault. 

This was our path.

You need to let it go.

Because at the end of the path

We will find a safe place 

A place of peace.

A place of happiness.

And the man looked inside himself 

At the boy 

And he closed his eyes 

And he dared to dream 

And he tried to let it go.