“I’m sorry,” – I heard that,
But then the rest was hard to hear –
“I should have told you months ago,” –
And my mind raced with fear
“Bye,” her sad voice said,
And then the voicemail ended there
To leave me hanging on
And questioning exactly where
My stepdaughter was now,
And what had happened, knowing she
Had once again resurfaced
From her life of misery
Her drug addiction demons
Having driven her away
And us not knowing where she was
From day to fear-filled day
And now this message. Broken-hearted,
Aching for my girl
Who, cast away, unhappy
Languished somewhere in the world
When softly, gently I heard knocking
On my study door
And opened it to find her there,
Much as she was before
As she threw arms around me,
And as many tears were shed
“I’m home now, daddy,”
“Welcome back.”
Like my heart –
From
The
Dead
(“Wayward” – 11-9-2014)
This is incredible writing. You drew so much emotion and empathy in so few words. Thank You.
Very moving.
I keep coming back to this because drug addiction is what took the life of my godson. It is a painful, heart wrenching existence for all involved. Thank you for sharing.
I am so very sorry.
Thank you.
love it love it love it!!!! Wow
Quite a picture you drew with just a few words. Well done.
This feels like a real experience, reading it, and so…I’m just happy for you. Choked me up.