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Letters to a Criminal
I take a pencil and paper
and go and sit at my desk
I stare at the blank sheet before me
and take a shaky breath
I’ve been dreading this moment for years now
Always putting it off
But it’s time to face my fears, now
This silent suffering must stop
Dear Daddy, Dear Dad, Dear Father
None of it sounds quite right
For what name do you give to the man
Who has done nothing but ruin your life?
I try to write but the words
refuse to appear on the page
Maybe this would be easier
If my hand just wouldn’t shake
I take a breath and start again
the tears welling up in my eyes
The words spill out onto the page
with a speed that leaves me surprised
I tell him about the pain
the pain I’ve felt ever since he left
And as I tell him how he hurt me
I feel a burden being lifted from my chest
I tell him how I miss him
How I hate him for leaving
I tell him that I hate myself
for letting him deceive me
I tell him how I’ve been
and what’s new in my life
I tell him how I managed
without him by my side
Ever since the day
they through him in that cell
It’s been up to me, on my own
to face this world myself
I tell him how I missed him
growing up at home
About envying the other kids
who had a dad to call their own
I tell him how that now
I have started to give in
to that tiny voie in the back of my head
telling me to forgive
Although it may be difficult
I’ll try not to be sad
even if he says he’d rather be
a criminal than my dad
I know that eventually
he’ll hurt me in the end
he’ll choose drugs and crime over
his own daughter, once again
I write one final sentence
as my tears hit the page
four words that bring back memories
of my very own dad and me
Four words that take me back
to much happier days
To when I was happy and naive.
I wrote four words on the page:
I love you, Daddy.
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