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| Dear Daddy,
As I enter the basement I find all the things that ran through my mind. As a child my father's face is angry as I stare through space. A slap across my face brings me to the pain I had hoped I'd never see. I'll never know what he hit me for, so now I'll go to the first floor. Up the stairs I search my mind as I look around only to find, his hate is gone but my mind's not clear, because there is now only that fear. Will he hit me again or will he let me live. Sometimes it's just to hard to believe. He hasn't hit me in over a year, but still there is now only that fear. On the second floor I see my future, I'm sitting there looking at the past. Suddenly a scream escapes my lips and shatters my eyelids of glass. Through the window I can see the sun. Now I know the past is over and done. The fear is gone, the pain hasn't ended, but, still, my father I have befriended. In time I'll heal, those who do are few. Someday to my father I'll say "I love You" Written By: Donna S. |
