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Don't Call Daddy
#WritcoStoryPrompt30
For a timeless moment, he was suspended within the confines of his car. Then gravity took over with a force that sent the vehicle hurtling down the face of the ravine.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His broken apology flew down with the blood spewing from his lips...
His soul was cold as it drifted to sleep in the high desert night.
If ghosts were real, his soul would haunt...
Down south to the Shasta Mountains, where cold but beautiful is nothing new to the large birds and animals of the forest.
Thunder bird carried him to her house...
His first visit was to the woman who threw him out. He saw his youngest children still so small, his son and daughter wondering where Daddy had gone.
Tricycles and pine cones are a couple things they shared besides more love and protection than they understood.
How selfless their mother tried to be. Something they just didn't see. For that time, they only realized the man they thought was the protector became totally absent. They didn't know he was the abuser from war carried back from over seas in his heart to our soil...
They had more protection and love than they understood.
What a woman was she their mother to shield them from such violence and agression. If only they knew, they never would have questioned her. Its sadly common the abused tend walk like they are broken no matter how high the standards they set for their house.
The mother was torn. Her heart so bruised, so over it her smile and charisma was the mask of her pain. It's just there became times her mask would wear out, and the bruises and scars were all she could talk about...
She struggled to shield them from her own pain.
The years passed, and his lips still spewed the stain of blood down his chin, "I'm sorry. I'm still so sorry.".
Thunder crashes. There's no distance Creator can't send his love, and children learn when they mend their own mistakes.
Our Creator reveals love is in the willingness to change, rearrange, and wipe the stains. Prayers for all, for new circles, prayers for warriors, let up the thunder for the start of a better call.
If the past is masked, still the flash keeps a woman attached, and with two left feet the offspring danced. They dared not ask for another chance from those of us in this world.
What is Heaven above the clouds?
Is Heaven on Earth?
"Be down to Earth.", some said...
The kids developed a different view...
Tattered and skewed, but...
then... "Love is...".
Light above all shines they're renewed, and no more blood is spewed.
If they succeed, are they Thunder Kids?
© TwoRoadsHome
For a timeless moment, he was suspended within the confines of his car. Then gravity took over with a force that sent the vehicle hurtling down the face of the ravine.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His broken apology flew down with the blood spewing from his lips...
His soul was cold as it drifted to sleep in the high desert night.
If ghosts were real, his soul would haunt...
Down south to the Shasta Mountains, where cold but beautiful is nothing new to the large birds and animals of the forest.
Thunder bird carried him to her house...
His first visit was to the woman who threw him out. He saw his youngest children still so small, his son and daughter wondering where Daddy had gone.
Tricycles and pine cones are a couple things they shared besides more love and protection than they understood.
How selfless their mother tried to be. Something they just didn't see. For that time, they only realized the man they thought was the protector became totally absent. They didn't know he was the abuser from war carried back from over seas in his heart to our soil...
They had more protection and love than they understood.
What a woman was she their mother to shield them from such violence and agression. If only they knew, they never would have questioned her. Its sadly common the abused tend walk like they are broken no matter how high the standards they set for their house.
The mother was torn. Her heart so bruised, so over it her smile and charisma was the mask of her pain. It's just there became times her mask would wear out, and the bruises and scars were all she could talk about...
She struggled to shield them from her own pain.
The years passed, and his lips still spewed the stain of blood down his chin, "I'm sorry. I'm still so sorry.".
Thunder crashes. There's no distance Creator can't send his love, and children learn when they mend their own mistakes.
Our Creator reveals love is in the willingness to change, rearrange, and wipe the stains. Prayers for all, for new circles, prayers for warriors, let up the thunder for the start of a better call.
If the past is masked, still the flash keeps a woman attached, and with two left feet the offspring danced. They dared not ask for another chance from those of us in this world.
What is Heaven above the clouds?
Is Heaven on Earth?
"Be down to Earth.", some said...
The kids developed a different view...
Tattered and skewed, but...
then... "Love is...".
Light above all shines they're renewed, and no more blood is spewed.
If they succeed, are they Thunder Kids?
© TwoRoadsHome
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