Could you tell me please which way I ought to go from here? A teacher once told me that I should only do the things that I love. But life doesn't work that way, and so I have learned to just love the things that I do. I have always been the person to take the road less traveled but as I grew up, my fears started to grow also and I started to become the person I never wanted to be. A coward.
Could you tell my grandfather that I miss him? That I did my hardest to save him and I would have appreciated it if he fought back for his life. It frightens me to think that I may never see him again, when people say that heaven's just a myth.
Could you tell my wrecked-up friends that everything's gonna be okay? That there's more to life than just break-ups and rainy days. There is a reason for every crack in the road and every drop in the rollercoaster even when it isn't discernible from the start. I hope they realize that you wouldn't put them through anything they cannot handle.
And Father, could you please teach me a thing about letting go? I know ultimately I won't win every fight and I'm already so tired. I cannot hold on to anything that wants to go. I fear the day when people will know that every time they asked how I am, all the I'm-okay-lines were just lies. Forgive me for I haven't been as strong as you thought I would be.
Sincerely yours,
The prodigal daughter.
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