Letting Go of the Legacy of Pain

My biological father may have hurt me,
May have violated me,
But he was an innocent child once;
A child who was also hurt and violated.
An innocent child who,
Went through so much trauma,
That the good in him
Never had a chance to be expressed:
The God in him
Never had a chance to be expressed.
After years of abuse,
His world became black and white,
Not in the sense of good and bad
But black and white in the sense
Of victim and victimizer.
He felt that his only recourse
Was to beat or be beaten,
To strike or be struck.
He felt so powerless within himself
That the only way to feel powerful
Was to harm the harmless.
My biological father violated me
Because of his own self-hatred
And deep fear of the world.
Yes, my father hurt me,
But his own pain must have been unimaginable
For him to do something so unconscionable. 
For this reason,
And to grant myself peace,
I choose right now,
To let go
Of his legacy of pain.