Hope and Vengeance
Hope and Vengeance My experiences in early life have revealed to me the definition of true resilience; weather the storm, let your mind bob with the waves, and keep hope you will make it to tell the story. In 2010 my father passed away and what was cold mourning was also a sweet release from a clasped prison. The years leading up to his death were claimed by anguish, a struggling relationship between us that had been contorted by a manipulator and liar. Patiently I waited, as a hawk soars above its target, waiting for the swift wind to fill their wings with a current of passion. With each day of physical challenges I could feel resolve building in my throat. Resilience shaped my clay mind to hope for the future and wait for absolution. Mysteries began sprouting in our home when I was 5 years old, I remember quite clearly the first of these events. Walking through the front door of my home as I returned from kindergarten, I was su...