Grade 9, Sakha Kids
I don’t know my father and its hard to define who I am, when a part of me is missing. I search for answers, but they are hard to find, and I’m left with questions that are swirling my mind.
I dream of meeting you, knowing your name, feeling your love and hearing your voice proclaim that I’m your daughter you’re proud to claim, but until then I’ll hold on to this dream.
I’m growing without you, and it’s hard to bear the thought of missing out on the love we could share, but I won’t let it define me and I won’t let it bring me down; I’ll rise above it and wear my crown. I may not know my father, but I will find my own way and sing my own songs.
I’ll make my own path, and light my own ways, and sing my own songs. I’ll rise above the pain and seize the day.
There’s a hole in my heart, a space that is empty and wide, a place where my father’s love should reside, but he’s not here and I’m left to wonder why, and if I’m worthy of love, if I’m worthy to try.