Dear Dad

For a very long time I used my writing as a way to vent, or cope with the things that hurt me, or when I needed to get something off of my chest. This is one of the very first poems that I ever wrote.

A little girl facing the world alone.

Everyone else had one why didn’t she? What had she done wrong?

The love she gives is pure and true.

She writes a letter every time she misses you.

Maybe if she wrote enough one day you would walk through the door.

Maybe then the ache would leave her heart, and she would hurt no more.

But no matter how much she dreamed and wished you never came.

And she was forced to grow up with a heart filled with pain.

Her father broke her heart before any man could.

She told herself no matter what she could do it without him and she would.

She did everything she could to make her mother proud.

Her mother has sacrificed so much for her, so she would have to make it worth

while.

A heart full of hate even though she knew it wasn’t fair.

But he had missed everything important to her, so she couldn't bring herself care.

She is all grown up now, and she doesn’t write anymore.

She is all grown up now, and she knows her father isn't going to walk through the door.