Dear Daddy


This is just another dear daddy post:

another child whining and wishing that they were loved most

by a man who brought them into this world and makes a kid wish

they can take themselves out–or maybe that’s just me.

Here I am, another punk-ass kid with macho pride,

trying to act like that man doesn’t make him cringe, sick inside.

Just another daddy’s girl wishing she were his whole world

but stuck starving herself invisible, purging herself into oblivion.

Dear Daddy, I hope you forget that I exist because it

would be better for both of us.  But we never take the easy road

in this so-called family, so I hope you never see me again.

I hope you think of me and it brings you regret and pain.

I hope you always keep wondering if there’s a way for you to fix

me.  But there’s not, and it’s too late, and I hope that fact nags

at the back of your mind while I take off, soar, fly.

You will be stuck on the ground and I will pass over you

as I am enveloped in the warmth of my own Sun.

I hope it blinds you, trying to follow my flight.  I hope you crash and burn

time after time, because I am not going to be tied down to you

forever.  I will cut you off, set you free to walk to the ends of the earth,

while I make my home among sunsets and clouds

and the bliss of the heavens.  Dear Daddy, save your memory

of who you think I am.  I’ll never think of you as a Father.  Dear Daddy,

don’t call me your daughter, because she’s dead and has been

since I was five.  Dear Daddy, I am the son that will haunt your dreams.

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My life is one of words. I am a scribbler, whose thoughts are best expressed through adjectives and phrases and punctuation marks. I would not go so far as to call myself a writer, although many would disagree. I’m characterized more by my unfinished works and half-embodied ideas, scraps of stories and parts of poems. Maybe one day I’ll be a writer, but I’m okay with being a scribbler right now. It fits my personality and style, and best expresses my aims. I’m not trying to create some lofty version of literature. I’m just a kid blogging about life. View all posts by thefreescribbler

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