The priest, my father
A poem from the Rumbles from the Grinder series
My father.
My father was a priest.
My father was an excommunicated priest.
My father was an excommunicated priest who married a nun.
My father was an excommunicated priest who married a nun and had a child.
My father was an excommunicated priest who married a nun, had a child, and cheated on his wife.
My father was an excommunicated priest who married a nun, had a child, and cheated on his wife with her friends.
My father was an excommunicated priest who married a nun, had a child, and cheated on his wife with her friends and family member.
My father was an excommunicated priest who married a nun, had a child, cheated on his wife with her friends and family member, and created a second family with her.
My father was an excommunicated priest who married a nun, had a child, cheated on his wife with her friends and family member, and created a second family with her, which did not work out.
My father was a man.
My father was a man who kept his heart on an altar.
My father was a man who kept his heart on an altar in a secret ceremony.
My father was a man who didn’t know how to love me.
NB.: If you liked that poem,
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here on Medium.