Sonnet 3

A thousand roads to take. Only one leads home
to life, to love, to all your father meant.
Revenge leads to nowhere, where the lost must roam.
Listen to the words your father would have sent.
He did not stand for hatred, or counsel ill,
but raised you to rise – lift others if you can –
above the mire where monsters fight and kill.
Being human most becomes a man.
Your happiness was all that he desired,
so live as he intended, or it’s all for nought.
To defeat them utterly, simply be inspired
by who your father was, and what he taught.
Now grieve for him. In that, hold nothing back.
Tears are not weakness, but the what the weakest lack.