A Warriors Thoughts

Father

Father,
I have heard all these awful things about you
I couldn't help but believe them
I was so young and naive
Father,
I did not know you
I was 3 when you left
So what am I suppose to believe or think
When they tell me these things
Father,
I know mom is a hand full
But you're suppose love people through their issues.
I'm 17 now,
Where are you?
Why haven't you tried to communicate?
Why haven't you tried to see me?
It only makes me believe these words that have been said even more
Father,
I'm 18 now,
mom had a stroke and two brain bleeds
She's not the same anymore
A total different person
I do not know who she is
But I love her.
Father,
I do not know who you are
But I love you , as well
Father,
I met you again today.
You don't seem the way they have described you to be
I don't know what to believe
Because people can put on masks
Father,
it's been a year living with you now.
I love you,
but I still do not know what to believe.
You are a great man
Everyone makes mistakes
I just wish you'd own up to yours
Or tell the truth
Father,
It's been over a year now
I believe you
I trust you
And I love you
I guess some story's do have a happy ending.