Fatherless Daughter

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I wonder who, was I really looking for in the end....

Was it you or was it always me....

I have always felt a piece missing from my very being....

Like a little voices, whispering in my head....

Where did I come from, and where do I really belong, it always seemed to ask....

At one point, I believe you alone held the answer to those very questions....

But time proved, how naive I really was deep down....

Believing anyone else, could answer those questions, when even I couldn't....

For years, I fool myself into thinking it was you....

But looking back, it was always me....

As the realization took it course, a new me was being born....

Someone more stronger, then the baby you easy left behind....

Someone more deserving, of the love, that you seemed, so easy to denied....

Someone more smarter, then the fool that want desperately, to believe your lies....

Someone more forgiven, then the person you meet everytime....

By: Victoria Santizo

This poem is dedicated.... To finding myself, of realizing even though I don't have a father, it Ok. Cause I know, I more then deserve everything he wasn't willing to offer. ( New poem)

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