She wields our daughter like a sword,
A weapon forged in spite and scorn
Not love nor care, but cruel accord,
To leave me lost, alone, and torn

Her words, like ice, cut through my skin,
One day soft, the next a storm
A mind that shifts, a world that spins,
A rage filled heart, now barely warm

She paints me dark in whispered lies,
A villain drawn in crooked lines
Yet when the mirror meets her eyes,
The cracks reflect what she won’t find

Our child’s caught in tides that turn,
A ship adrift on reckless waves
A love that should be bright and firm,
Now tangled in the games she plays

But I stand tall, though winds may howl,
I won’t be bent, I won’t be bowed
For love is not a fleeting vow,
And truth still speaks beyond the shroud

One day, our daughter’s eyes will see,
Through storms and shadows cast so wide
She’ll know the love I gave was free,
Not pawn nor prize, just by her side