My Pond

[PumkinBumkin]

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"It's you...Father..."

Did you really look like this?
I've always heard a saying...

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The eyes are mirrors to our souls.

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From our ugliest moments,
to our warped expressions,
and even the sheer hatred we can feel for someone.

They are that which reflect the heart.


The same could be said for us perhaps even more.
They reflect our suffering.
Our loneliness....
Yet they symbolize a perpetual curse we simply cannot break.

Just like yours.
To think we could meet again.

"To think I could witness your sorrow first hand."
'Your time will come.'

"To think I could experience your suffering with these eyes of mine."
'They continue to pulsate with a quiet fury.'

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Your back; and that scarlet, hypnotic gaze were the mirror that allowed me to understand.

As they spun; as I chased you - it left me with more questions than I came here with.
What did you truly want me to do?

Would you still support me if I went down the wrong path?

Or if I remained in that pond.

If I hated you like the rest of them do?
If I grabbed my weapon and slashed at you beneath this tree that hung over us?

-Did you talk to them like this too?

Miko.
Akane.
Genjiro.
Itsuki.

If you just talked to them like you talked to me...

Could they forgive you?
Do they even care about something like this at this point?
Could they love you as I do?
Extinguish your delusions.

               You showed me your youth;

                     The beginning of your pain.

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You showed me the hate you held to those who wronged you;

                                                                                  The beginning of your solitude.

-and most of all; you've shown me why you did it;

The beginning of their resentment.

It's all these things that you left me along with those words that left me wondering...

Could...
 I pick up the pieces of this broken family?
"Do you really want to salvage that?"

Could...
Xuefeng be made into a place you can freely walk without that lingering air of disgust?
When you smiled so genuinely when Miko was born...

Could...
You actually grow old and die surrounded by your children?
Could you be loved by them once more?

I have to think...

You've thought enough.

-I...don't know what to think.
Your quest remains the same.

Should I?
'Dont bother'

You wished for me to find my own happiness.
To find love.

But I simply do not know where to start...

Or rather...I forgot.

I think.

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The eyes are reflections of our soul.

From our most wretched cries.
To even the gentlest of gazes,
and the emptiest of stares.

They are the window to ones heart.

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Yet like yours...I have to ask but another question.

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What do they see when they look into mine?

-But I suppose there's yet another saying....

Like father like son.

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May the day arrive where you can find just one more person who can understand you.

Where you can smile like that day again before you join Genjiro...

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Father.