A Girl Who Keeps Hoping
Almost showing up.
Almost caring enough.
Almost being the man
I needed him to be.
And maybe that’s the worst part
not the absence,
but the hope that keeps surviving it.
The hope that shatters each time
The sorrow burns my eyes
The hope feels like fire
The pain rips open each time
So I carry it.
the anger,
the confusion,
the disappointment
They say a girl needs her dad
But I have learned
what it means to grow around that absence
Because hope,
even bruised has shaped me to be someone
who feels deeply,
who notices what’s missing,
who refuses to give in
It has forced me to hold myself
when no one else does
Still
I am just a girl again
wanting her dad
to finally
show up.
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