Transference

Transference 8/23/2013

Between the father and the son

Much has flowed unseen

Under the bridge

And out to sea.

You were there

At every step

Smoothing the path before me

With a quick eye

And a steady hand. 

My father is gone

But now he sees all

And now I am aware

With eyes inside my head.

I can see why

And I can see the truth

About all I have done

And who it is

That I am.

No one gave him a thing

And that was just the way

He wanted it

Climbing upwards

Every single day. 

I have taken up the weight

But I shall bear it

And walk upright

Heading exactly where I need to be

Today and tomorrow.

Others have gone before

And perhaps others 

Will fall in behind

But this road is the one less taken

And much less understood.

It is a quiet road

One that is seldom celebrated

But it is the only road for me

And for mine. 

It really does not matter

If, when, or even how

As long as I consult my conscience

Every step of the way. 

This is zero point

And this is the beginning

The beginning of an end

That started when I was born.

But there is beauty 

Even in ruins 

And even in great tragedy 

There is always love 

And opportunity.  

We must learn all over again

The same lessons

That others learned 

A long time ago.  

But the greatest challenges lie ahead

And straight up this hill 

But even in sacrifice

We shall have it all.