LETTER TO MY FATHER

I am grown now, or so i thought. Flash backs to my 

past leaves me with empty memories of you.

I've crieved enough, or so i thought. until i find myself 

crying on my sleep wishing for your comfort.

A photo image of your physical is not all that resides 

in me i was born baring your name.

I carry it on my back like a wounded soldier crying for a 

way to express his pain without a diagnoses.

 J.P.A.Domingos