Insomnia
Deep in the night,
Believing deep down
I don't deserve to be held
Wondering where they've all gone
Those that used me,
Used my energy
Used my passion
Used my love
Have left a cold and blistered hand with no glove, no warmth, no reciprocity
The children I gave my all -
The wife I gave my soul -
Battling through my own wounds
Have left me here to wither
Each day I face my tomb
But night, that is the time when I distract myself
Because I can't sleep
I can't bear to face once more the thought that I'm unlovable,
And yet I'm unable to weep one tear about it
For to do so would be acknowledging that all of this is really true…
©P.D., JAY V. SHORE
Let the feelings burn as appropriate. No more, no less.
But you must maintain something for them to even come back to, if they so choose, whether one day soon, or distant.
People wish to come back and visit something of structure, and relative safety.
Rarely do they wish to attempt to set up camp in, or near, still smoldering ruins.
Goodspeed.
It’s not that you that failed….I believe others have failed you maybe by lack of understanding or communication or narcissism. You seem to be a smart man especially in ADA and your desire to benefit others by what you have been through. Eventually your children will appreciate you on their own.