Sanctuary
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Sanctuary
My daughter,
You have been so brave, so strong, and I tried my best, but my best just wasn't good enough, and for this, I'm so sorry, please understand, it's time for your father to get over what's happened, and forgive me for not being able to protect you or your brother, like the rest of them, too. It affected us all, but me, more so.
And, I still hold myself responsible, because your mother and I, we knew your uncle was like this, and we placed it on the back burner, and let it right in the front door. This will be so hard to release me from this conviction. I did not want to go shopping that day, but your mother insisted, and the whole time, this big wrenching knot, just tore at me. I can't live this way anymore and, it's time I make amends with the past and let it go.
I love you, Tiphanie Dawnette, and mom's not here anymore to help me make sense of it all, inside my head. I want you to know, it's haunted me for the past 22 years, and I need to breathe. You know I wasn't going to let go of the story until you and your brother were ok with it? Thank you, my beautiful daughter, I love you more today, more then I did yesterday. And, I'll love you even more tomorrow.
Love, Dad
Sanctuary
My daughter,
Tiphanie Dawnette
Crawl into my sanctuary
and leave this world behind
Open your heart,
and let me in,
then close the door of your mind
Wrap yourself in my blanket
as dark,
as the ocean deep
Your tears, gently sparkle,
like diamonds, while you weep.
I will hold you tightly with a hug,
and protect you from all that is wrong.
And, when you long for comfort,
I will bring you a Phoenix song.
Don't cry my little flightless,
Angel,
your Halo still shines so brightly.
Together, we will find your wings,
and,
soon you'll be in flight.
But tonight, please be peaceful,
I know you are, feeling weary.
So rest, wrapped up, inside my blanket,
inside my sanctuary.
| Copyright © William Darnell Sr |
| Year Posted 2020 |
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