KINGS BLEED TOO

Dad has been sober from drugs for 27 years of his life. His son is 30 years old. My Superhero. My King. My idol; been imperfect, been in pain. He's been dealing with issues of loneliness, abandonment, self-worth, depression, and identity. Dad went on to have 4 sons. All 4 of them different, like the 3 different Mothers who birthed them. One of them, like his Father is, like his Mother is, was always into something. He sang in the church choir. He played the lead role in all the school plays, and always stood out whenever he had a ball in his hands.

He always kept a journal, just like his Mother. He was always writing/expressing his voice thru scribbled words only he could read. These days he still writes, as does his Mother. 30 years of pain. 30 years of joy. 30 years of tears. This is his story so far. Kings Bleed Too. Welcome to his fears.

NEXT TIME

THE NEXT TIME I GET ON MY KNEES AND CRY TO A WOMAN

IT WILL BE TO ASK HER FOR HER HAND IN MARRIAGE.

THE NEXT TIME I CRY, IT WILL BE TO REJOICE IN HAPPINESS AND

THANK GOD FOR ALL THAT HE HAS DONE FOR ME.

THE NEXT TIME I PRAY, IT WILL NOT BE LIMITED

TO A REQUEST OR A DESIRE OF MINE.

THE NEXT TIME I SAY I LOVE YOU

TO SOMEONE, IT WILL NOT

BE DOUBTED.

WHAT A TIME

NEXT TIME

WILL BE.

STAY TRUE TO THE GOOD