To Whomever This May Concern


Somewhere in the World Rd.

Emotions Point

Gone, Outer space

December 13, 2017

Dear dad,

 I mean person,

 I’m sorry… man?


     I can’t even remember when the last time was that you held my hand. It seems that you’ve always wanted or searched for an out. An out of our relationship that you barely know about.

I’ve made it dad I’ve made it! I became someone in the world or maybe I didn’t because I was hoping more to be your baby girl. You didn’t want that you already had other prodigies, your offspring. But what was that ice breaking connection we had been building in the beginning.

You’ve never told me why what where or when. Though minimal, every time we talked, the start always felt like the end. You just didn’t say anything nor did I, but at least you could’ve said your last goodbye.

Who knew that this was the year where I’d cry the most about you. Before, I didn’t think about it because I didn’t have to. The more questions I had to answer or fill out about you for college and “about me” sheets made me think further. Seeing as that the only thing I remember from you is a murmur.

You murdered the burglar that took our relations yet I’m the observer, yes you its you how could you do this to your family? We were there! Your siblings were there! I was there, but now, you aren’t. What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to learn things without you, things that you should teach? My sister is having to live without both her parents because of you! I never thought I’d lose one this early on. What have you done? What have you done? What have you done…

Even though I finally built the courage to write this today. It seems impossible to give you this letter because you’ve finally found a way. You’ve left the earth quick as wind during a blizzard storm. At least I hope you’ve made it to a place that is very, very warm.




Aka your daughter just in case you forgot

This poem is about: 
My family


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