Silent pain

I remember holding him in my arms when he was so small. He was my first real, true love. I never knew what love really was until that first time he slept on my chest.

I see him across the court room, head hung low. There is torture in my soul. We can not make eye contact. Shame fills the room.

Deep inside me I yearn to hold him. Anguish fills me from my head to toe.

My heart is throbbing. The heaviness in my chest puts my mind in distress.

To others he is a monster, a Villain and more.

To me he is my son.