You didn’t love me, didn’t’ know how to. How was I supposed to feel? You said Jesus loved me, he would always love me, but I needed something real. I needed your big hand to hold my little hand, to show me the way. I need your strong arms to hold my little arms, to make me feel safe. But you weren’t there, and I felt scared, so now all I can say.

I hope you find a love for you to feel loved. I hope you find a hand you want to hold. I hope you see a light showing you the way. I hope you can see now that you’ve grown old. There’s still a little girl, in me you’ll never know. The little girl in me has to let you go. Dear Daddy, I need you to know.

I was broken, when you broke your promises. You weren’t supposed to leave. I was forsaken, for the sake of your shame. You weren’t able to grieve. You left a gaping hole within my little soul, I couldn’t hope to fill. You pushed a jagged shard into my little heart, and it is bleeding still. Now I stand here, though I’m still scared, and all I can say.

So, don’t judge me if I stutter, these few words I need to utter. They bring healing, they bring wholeness to my wounded incompleteness. Maybe someday, I’ll feel better. Maybe I’ll grieve this loss forever. There’s no telling what the future holds, but at least now I know you’ve been told.

I still need a love to make me feel loved.

I still need a hand of someone I can hold.