I made it. Without you to see all of my achievements which are the are the sum of me. I survived against every long odd that life threw at me. I am successful, independent, loved, and accepted. Absolutely nothing can bring me down from this high that I feel. No sir, more experience can only add to it, elevate me to a new drugless high and give me the beauty and ecstasy of being alive. I bet you didn't know that you were losing all of that each time you struck me with fists and words, left me to clean the blood from the wall and cry myself to sleep. I bet you never saw the doctor who who would save lives, the mother who would fight like hell for her kids, the strong and fearless woman that I have become- each time you through me on the floor and beat me down. No sir, you did not.
I am a rock, eroded, scarred, barren. I am the sand in between your toes on some long lost shore- giving, soft, and amorphous, and yielding.
Come find me to be forgiven and to know the love of the daughter you lost so long ago.
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