|Living With Life (standard:poetry, 300 words)|
|Author: Lori||Added: Oct 23 2008||Views/Reads: 1239/731||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The second poem about my father.|
Living With Life Letting go has never been easy. The train derailed and I can't put the cars back on track. My thoughts, and feelings, stopped that fateful day 28 years ago. ~ Why are you still so important? Why can't I let you rest in peace? Why do I dig up your ghost? Why can't I let you go? ~ I'm a woman fully grown. Yet, inside, I'm still the little girl you abandoned. My life has moved on. Have children of my own who are also grown. ~ I'm still your daughter. I'm still your baby girl. Letting go means releasing her go too. I need shelter from that storm. ~ I have to let you go. There's someone in my life who's more important. To experience true happiness I have to say goodbye to the ghosts of the past. ~ But, if I do would you let go too? I don't know where you are. I don't know if you have memories. I don't know if you can see me now. My faith isn't that strong. Click here to read the rest of this story (39 more lines)
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