A Drowning Daughter
A Father Ignoring His Daughter's Call for Help
Father,
I told you I was drowning
You said the water I was swallowing was good for me
That I was going to be hydrated
Could you not see that the water was black, like a smoker’s lungs
It was not safe, Father
My veins, it turned to sandpaper
It hurt every time my heart pumped blood
I told you I wanted to die
You said there was no way I could be in that much pain
Not at your age, you said
You’re overreacting, you said
The more I sank
The more symptoms I had
My lungs began to fill but no longer with air
My brain began to send signals to my body
But no longer to walk or breathe
I was diagnosed with depression
Father
Could you not see
I was dying before your eyes
I am so lucky to be alive
I am so lucky to have a mother who was not afraid to dive in to save me
I am so lucky
I am so lucky
Father
I forgive you
Even if you were supposed to save me
About the Creator
Victoria Stout
I’m 19, currently a stay at home mom. I write poetry on almost a daily basis. I express myself better through writing than I do words.
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