Let go of the pain

In my youth, I harboured blame,
Wishing you, my father, bore a different name.
Bullied and bruised, I cursed your every deed,
As fights with my mother made her heart bleed.
Stress consumed my days, even in merry times,
Christmas and birthdays tinged with fears and chimes.
Her burdens weighed heavy, my young heart ached,
Each passing year, those memories never slaked.
Looking back, the darkness cast its cruel spell,
No child should endure what I faced, what I felt.
But now, as a mother, healed from the past's cruel art,
I've found the strength to forgive, to mend my broken heart.
You, too, once a child, bore burdens untold,
Carrying the weight of a past you couldn't withhold.
In your pain, you hurt us, tearing our world apart,
My mother, her anguish etched deep, her wounded heart.
But I've heard you found peace, that you're finally free,
And, to my surprise, it brings solace to me.
I forgive you, father, and let go of the pain,
For in forgiveness, a new chapter I gain.