Fear settles beneath these eyes
Taking colours not in distant forms of night
Plain as day, a generous cup of wishes
but easily an indecisive storm
For the clouds to spread, for the rain to have mercy, a chance all I seek
Ease this heart that ceased to beat
A mind that refuses peace
And ease this spirit that trembles endlessly
A chance I plead
Fail me twice, please not again
Turn for me and lift
So I may see
The face of the stranger
A father I have missed but never knew exists
What are the odds of children growing up, not knowing who their real parents are? Abused by their stepfathers (or stepmother) most of their lives, thinking they're the real deal and wondering why they were so despised by him. Only to find out years later, (when you've just graduated "teenage years" and now a full fledged working adult), that the reason he hates you, is because to him... you're a ******* child.
Suddenly I'm a little girl again, letting curiosity get the best out of me and reach back to a stranger who failed too many times to grab my hand.