I suppose in a way I’m relating to the throngs of online bloggers out there. It’s a form of expression. Perhaps a way to organize thoughts that seem stuck in my head until I can write them down. Maybe folks will get something out of this, maybe they won't. I just know I need to write it.
While my mother was still pregnant with me, my father passed away due to lingering health issues from a nasty car accident. The step-father I called "Dad" all growing up was a man named Jack.
"What were you thinking?, I have a right to ask
Is there a reason, Other than your past?
The great pretender, Why was I the last
To see through your skin? Is there a chance....you'll ever change?"
Hit "play" on the song and read on.