My History Lesson

Looking back on life was the hardest thing to do

Battles had to be fought leaving soldiers to die

Even the greatest generals drown in their own water

As a child, preparation for battle was always there

They were many scars throughout time

An alliance was contracted so many moons ago

History would never repeat, not in my existence

Did the soul go on auction?

Just the opposite!

Holding tight, never giving up

The mirror held all my dirty deep secrets

Daily rituals were held

Yes, there were sights reflected back that no man should see

Holding down the beauty was the hardest lesson taught

“If I could be more like daddy,” became my mantra

The day arrived when I did become my father

It was the deepest abyss one could climb out of

If I could re-write history!

Well I did!

Marks still remain, except they are kept deep in my pockets

I pull them from my skin and lock them away

Do they still exist?

Sure they do!

Refusing to have history show its dirty face

I would do it all again

The suffering, crying, screaming

History will not repeat itself

I fought hard for my child to never fight in a war

History has been re-written……………

The rest is, well lets’ just wait and see