Dearest

Your words, they fall like rain on my spirit, unkind and cold, Jesting in shadows, they pierce my heart, a story untold. When slurs slip from your lips, they cut through the air, A term that wounds deeply, it's too much to bear. Your jests at my friends, at the essence of who they are, Mocking the pronouns they cherish, it leaves a scar.

When you jest at a community, with a laughter that stings, It's a sorrowful melody, the pain that it brings.

Trust, once a bridge built sturdy and sure,Now crumbles with words, its foundation no more.I stand amidst the ruins, with my heart feeling slight,As the echoes of distrust shadow the night.Yet, within this storm of hurt and of jest,

A glimmer of the love that has stood time's test. For even in the tempest, I hold on to the thought,

Of the love that is there, amidst the battles we've fought.In the tapestry of my life, you are the strongest thread, A father's love, a guiding hand, on which my joys are spread.You've raised me with a tenderness, a princess in your eyes,In every shared and silent moment, our bond silently ties.

Behind the wheel, with you, the world's a softer place, Our conversations flow, my heart in a serene space. Beside the shimmering pool, in the glow of flickering screens,These memories with you are my heart's serene scenes. Yet, in the shadow of your love, a sterner side I find, A sarcasm that cuts, a demeanor sometimes unkind. It's a trait we share, a mirrored part of our essence, But when it turns to mockery, it's a harsh and heavy presence. You're the lighthouse in my storms, the best dad I could claim,Except in moments when from your words, my self-love wanes.

I wish for us a path where our love is the only trace, And the hurtful words dissolve, in our loving embrace. In the quiet of the night, I wish upon the stars above,For our bond to be unmarred by anything but love.

In the stillness of our home, my voice seems to wither,A youngest daughter's words dismissed, until I wish I hadn’t spoken them. I long for you to see me, to hear beyond my sighs,To understand my silence is laden with unspoken cries.

Your stern gaze casts a shadow where I seek a gentle light,A place where my thoughts can bloom, far from the blight.Each word from you, heavy with a cold command,Leaves me wishing for a softer touch, a guiding hand.I stand here, a quiet daughter, yearning for a change,For a sign that you might see me, within affection's range. To be known not just as the child who must listen, But as your daughter, with her own words, her own way.Could you, for a moment, set your sternness aside, And see the love and longing that I work so hard to hide? For in your understanding, I could find my strength, my guide, And stand proudly as your daughter, with no need to hide.

Father, I yearn for you to truly listen, to hear the unspoken dreams that flutter within me. Recall the vibrant pulse of your own youth. Let us share a heartfelt dialogue, and in that exchange, may you glimpse not just the child you know, but the soul unfolding before you. my voice is but a whisper against the clamor of expectation. I stand here before you, a tapestry of silent yearnings, woven with the vibrant threads of dreams yet to be spoken. For I am more than the echo of your expectations—I am a blossoming entity, craving the light of your acceptance.

You are the reason I’m here yet also the reason I wonder if I should be.