I've written this in honor of the National Children of Alcoholics Week (Feb 10-16) :) I love you Dad, alcohol or none <3
- caffEine93 x
An Alcoholic's Daughter
I don't know what to say,
But I can feel the tears rolling down my face,
This is why I love poetry, every phrase,
Its words help keep my emotions tamed,
Our home was never a safe place,
Especially when Daddy would come drunk day after day,
I was his little girl, I loved him so much,
He was my hero, but he had a hateful touch,
He would scream, he would yell,
With his handgun everything became a living hell,
Years later, I still see its effects,
Daddy's wrath when the alcohol would overcome his strength,
Years later, I still cry time to time,
Wondering if I could've done something to make things right,
Years later, I sometimes catch myself,
Catch myself feeling defenseless just like I would when he'd yell,
I've asked myself countless times,
And I've looked for the answer deeply and hard,
What I could've done to stop Daddy from hitting Mom,
Perhaps things would've been different, they wouldn't be the same,
Mom wouldn't be gone, Daddy wouldn't still drink like he does today,
I was his little girl, but I kept my mouth shut,
I watched Mom take every hit like a woman, I never saw her cry,
Today, I still feel the alcohol's effect,
What, to my family, it did,
I see Daddy looking back at me in the mirror every time I punch a wall,
I would see him when I'd press a razor against my thigh, trying to escape it all,
He drinks, I would cut,
He "escapes" his problems, I take life as it comes,
I love him, he is my dad,
He is my hero, he is one of the reasons I'm alive,
The alcohol still is a problem,
An issue that has cost us so much,
But love is greater,
Love is kind,
I will wait for the day Daddy puts the beer down,
I will run into his embrace like the child I once was,
I'll wrap my arms tightly, my face buried in his chest,
I'll tell him that I'm proud, proud to call him my dad,
Tell him that I love him, I always have and I always will,
Because I love him with all my heart.
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