Tainted Roots
Daddy,
You’ve gone far too soon...
Leaving me with a crumbling world which mockingly mimics the earth that rained over top of your eternal bed.
And as I watched you be laid to rest. I’m reminded of the words I allowed myself to bury and the pain I clung to so that your feeble body would not have to.
But oh, how I wish you knew...
I wish you knew that your precious baby girl fell victim to devilish hands. I wish you knew about how he boasted over his victory, plastering “dreams really do come true” for the world to see.
I struggle to find my footing in this fatherless reality. I desperately clutch on to habits that only seem to bear rotten fruit. I have foolishly allowed their seeds to take root.
They have poisoned my mind and tainted my heart.
"Daddy am I still your little girl?", I plead. I receive no answer.
Instead, defeatededly I ask myself, "what would Daddy want me to do?"
"What would Daddy want me to do?"
"What would Daddy want me to do?"
I chant and scream those words until they begin to pluck away at these rancid roots.
And as the roots that once controlled me wither away. Slowly, I change.
The bottles I once drowned myself in, now collect dust.
The blunts my lungs once confided in have dwindle to ashes.
I have willing left behind all that no longer serves me.
"Daddy am I still your little girl? Please answer me", I plead.
"No, you are now a Queen.", He joyfully sings.