Dear Father, I’m sorry I haven’t called back.
It’s just that I’ve gotten off track.
I’m not the girl you once knew.
I was just passing through this town.
No, don’t worry about me.
I survived the fall when you didn’t catch me at all.
You see I cried for you to save me
but instead, I got a pill to be fed.
They say it’s all in my head but every day I ask,
‘Why am I not dead?”
I guess I have a purpose that I still have to find.
now it’s time to rhyme.
Dear Father, I’m sorry I haven’t been a good daughter
but you see I couldn’t see the devastation in front of me.
The room was dark and cold. It had no windows.
I couldn’t see the sun so I decided to run.
I ran and ran but I suddenly got stuck in the sand.
My mouth was dry and my bones felt weak.
The desert was all I could see.
Please find me.
Dear Father, I’m sorry I ran but you have to understand.
I was no longer in your promise land.
My hands shake and my thoughts quake.
I’m not the girl you once knew. I’m no longer passing through.
Find me, Father.