I finally climbed out of the well. It took me years but I saw the light & strived for it.
I was greeted by a large group of strangers. Impressed by my feat, they embraced me with a warmth I hadn’t known before. I revelled in it for a short while until I spot my family.
My family embrace me as if they thought I’d never come back. Sighs of relief and smiles of pride.
And I look for you, but you’re not there. The father who swore he was always looking out for me but didn’t even visit. I want you to see me in the light, but do you deserve it?
Honestly I didn’t think you’d be here. Honestly, I think you helped throw me down there. And I have a growing suspicion that you are trapped there yourself.
But if I do throw you some rope, do you even have the sense to take it? I hope so, sincerely.
Oh and I know my sister visits, and if you try to keep her there I’ll break your fucking skull.
Love your son.