The daughter I never
had but wished … for
In
a world where real fathers are few, and by that I mean they show up and connect,
correct love nurture as men do and guide … and sperm donors are plenty, some of
them even live in the house with their children a “father” drug addicts, infidelity, alcoholic
,work –o-holic, emotionally vacant, I guess it is what it is some people have a
home for your body but not your heart,
and abusers way to many abuser, sexual , verbal and plain neglect and some just give stuff not time and not self
. Lost scared alone and confused, securely covered by the mask’s we wear, she
sought a safe place for her heart (as god designed man to be a covering for women
and children) and what was left of her dreams and self-esteem , positive male
energy that would not abuse in any shape or form, for the Brocken little girl
who still want to love dream feel some other than fear and numbness, she wanted
to love herself so she could a significant other , she was looking a father… Cloud
“teach me how love you, this whole father thing is new to me and never done it before
but I do love you. I know your pain”
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