Here’s To The Girls Whose Father’s Broke Their Hearts Before Any Boy Could

he was meant to be your first dream
but he became your first nightmare
his soul was a stranger to you
and now you’ve become a stranger to yours
his memory is a scar atop your heart
a pain from all your yesterdays
but fair one, Just as a tree is not identified with the leaves it shed in stormy february,
you are not the scars from a wilted past.
you are a sky born anew every morning
a love blooming in the present
so make art from the beating of your heart
write a new story
and paint forgiveness over the wrinkled dawn
walk strong on your path
and even when the memories of yesterday come your way like a hurricane
stand your ground,
it shall pass
for you are no longer held by the shackles of days bygone.
you are free
you are an independent country
and your anthem is peace