I feel like I'm drowning. Every secret and feeling I ever had has been pounding against my skull like a fist to a face. Trying to deal with every triumph in my life and still make sure the ones I love the most are ok is keeping me from who is really important... Myself. I'm constantly being asked why because of so many things I haven't done but not once have I gave my true answers. I want everyone to grow with me but instead I'm just digging my own grave. 1 foot... 2 foot... 3 foot ... 4 foot... 5 foot... 6 feet under.
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Pooka Mitchell
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Dear Father
I wish I were as happy as I seem. I wish I were the perfect daughter you wanted me to be. I wish I truly believed in ... myself. I wish upon a star. Growing up with all I knew was my father as my protector, provider, my friend. But times have gotten tough and your little girl is growing up. I have to build my own strength. Try to stand on the two feet you helped to walk. Time to move on to grow. Im running without making a move I'm stuck in this one place to protect you from yourself.! Over the years the roles have switched and I'm the mother to you but as I spread my wings to fly I wish you no disappointment!
By Pooka Mitchell7 years ago in Poets
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