In the alcove of reconciliation,

laden with disdain's weight,

Where hearts never close yet distant,

bear the scars of fate;

A barbaric therapy,

a peremptory journey,

to pontoon one’s chasm wide,

Compelled within lies an abhorrence~ where pain and anger bide.

Forced together yet aside,

in this contrived traipse of souls,

Reunification's bitter fruit,

a burden that consoles.

The wounds of pulverized fathership,

Chiseled abyssal within the core,

Resist the aspirant healing,

each scar a reticent roar.

So catch how the heart recoils,

in the penumbra of this trial,

Where buoyancy and vehemence dance in a bitter, fatigued mile.

Frowns and hollow words,

cloak the raging storm,

where hatred still blooms, never withers, in the darkness, forlorn.

Therapist's harsh prodding,

like bullets unyielded to the heart,

bosomed entombed grievances,

tearing burned flesh wounds apart,

In the crucible of therapy,

where emotions impetuously rage.

The hatred for reunion,

burns with an adamant blaze.