A daughter’s message

Posted on by A. Rinum in Poetry

You tell me the world is vicious daddy
because you’ve looked it in the eye
but it’s my turn now
so won’t you let me fly.

You tell me there are storms out there
that I won’t be able to bear
but you’ve molded me with your own hands
then why do you have this fear?

How long will you keep me in the comfort of your nest?
Don’t you trust that light you planted in my chest?

You’ve carved me into this pillar
that does not know how to bow
if you want me to stay down here
then come show me how.

It was you who told me that when I rise
I shouldn’t come back down
yet you complain and tell me
that I’m better off on the ground.

The winds are too harsh
you tell me each and every day
the forests are too cruel
you whine in every way.

There are vultures out there
you tie my hands, so I wouldn’t leave
the mountains will break you
you tell me I’m naïve.

You twist your words
and then you scream
convincing me
that I shouldn’t dream.

But you don’t understand
in this tight space of yours
I can’t seem to breathe.

You’ve put your strings around me
to keep me grounded to this floor
but by doing so your hurting me even more.

I know you’re pulling me down
because you don’t trust the world
but how do you not have faith in your little girl?

You’re the one who taught me
that I should laugh at every ache
because I will tear, rip but I won’t ever break.

Maybe I’m not strong, maybe I will crack
but daddy you’re the only hope I have.

I know you care,
and you don’t want to see me hurt
but how will I ever rise if I don’t kiss the dirt.

You don’t want to see me in pain
it breaks your heart
because if I ever crash it will tear you apart.

I know
the world is filled with devils
who’ll point their fingers at you if I ever tremble
but it’s through you that I’ve learned
how to make the earth rumble.

I know you’re afraid
that the demons will laugh at me and you
so teach me how to rise
so we could both make it through.

I don’t know what aches your carrying
or what scars you’re trying to hide
but why are you stopping me
from touching those skies.

You’ve held my hand
to teach me how to walk
you’ve given me your words
so I could have a voice to talk.

You’ve stayed up late nights
and spent so many restless days
you’ve toiled so much
just so I could be okay.

You’ve given up your youth
to give me this life
you’ve burned all your dreams
because you wanted me to thrive.

Since I was born you saw a dream for me
I know your ground is safe
but it’s not the sky I see

I’m chasing an empty horizon
and your scared that I’ll lose
I want to kiss the stars daddy
just once walk in my shoes.

If I crash
I know you’ll be mad
and you’ll ache all over
but if I ever fall daddy
I’ll always need your shoulder

If I shatter just promise me
you’ll pick me up
you’ll make me indestructible
so I wouldn’t ever stop.

Daddy
you’ll always be my first prince
but let me take my throne
I belong on the battlefield
not in castles made of stone.

You’re scared that I won’t be able to ride my own horse
or I won’t be able to slay my own dragons
and I know you’ll say that’s enough
but daddy
if I ever lower my head my crown will slip off.

Trust me…
I can train an army in a dress
and I can fight in heels
you haven’t taught me how to back down
but watch me make the world kneel.

For once daddy…
Instead of pulling me back
and instead of saying ‘No’
why don’t you just smile
push me
and tell me to go.

Why don’t you look at the world through my eyes
and then maybe you’ll see why
I’m so desperate to reach those skies.

So daddy…
with tears streaming down my face
I want you to hold my hand this one last time
walk with me to the horizon as I take my flight.

Published by A. Rinum

I was born in Pakistan, and I moved to the US when I was four years old. From the rural villages of Pakistan to the buildings of New York. Come take a glimpse into my life.

23 thoughts on “A daughter’s message”

  1. It must be so hard to let a beloved child go, especially a daughter, in this wicked world. I would have been a terrible mother, could not have withstood the stress and who knows if I would have been able to let go. But you do, have to let go. We each have to follow our own path. And if we’re lucky we have a wonderful Dad waiting in the wins to help us if we fall. I hope you will be allowed to fly and that Dad will see you soar.

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    1. I think you would have been an amazing and understanding mother! You’re already an encouraging friend. But I agree…. it’s very hard for parents to let go of their children. I’m a grown adult and my dad still treats me like I’m a child!

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  3. OMG! So beautiful and so touching ~😭 ( i shall tell you that i pause every sound around me be it a tv, a video, a song just so i don’t miss a word in of your pieces🙈) well, i do notice this with my dad he is like “yes you can go, yes you have to go through stuff to grow” i’m like yes finally then i find him around looking for ways to help me like i didn’t even try it, yet he is already thinking of ways to help … dads are sth beyond precious ❤ this line though “but you’ve molded me with your own hands
    then why do you have this fear?” 🥰 i do womder the same 💚❤ Thank you for the heartfelt piece dear~💚❤

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    1. Thanks Yiena ❤ We are very blessed to have fathers who want us to fly, but are willing to fly with us! I'll pray for your father. InshaAllah. may he always be with you through thick and thin and may you always be with him. InshaAllah ❤

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      1. they definitely know how scary is the world esp for girls and as much as they know they maybe wish they could stick with us every second we re outside … thank youuuu so much! may your dad be blessed with strong health and be bestowed with mercy in dunia and akhirah inshaellah ❤💖🥰

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  8. This was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good! I loved it. You wrote this pretty well. My favourite part was:

    Daddy
    you’ll always be my first prince
    but let me take my throne
    I belong on the battlefield
    not in castles made of stone.

    This is amazing, no doubt 👏👏

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