Bullet proof father

Emotion was a prisoner
In fathers world
Rarely shown the light of day
The struggling words
Stumble
How bullet proof are you?
And what harm
And what hurt
And what potential untapped
For keeping warmth within

I know it is in there father
I saw it once
As a child came to expect it
Then nothing delivered
And empty-handed
I became the hollow casket too
Like father like son
Devoid
Without instruction learned
Without the courtyard
Of expression
Without the lesson in love
Nothing
And the birds and bees
Kept deathly silent
And mother suppressed
Vocal violence
Progressed
Father you are bullet-proof
Your shins
solid steel
From school
Your hands crafted tools,
From which you create
Yet words born from feeling
Hidden within
Never resonate these walls
Yet rage or anger seems
Always falling out
As though they boiled over
As though sadness a sediment
May one day it reveal?

Perhaps if I tip you upside down, dad.