He Is My Daddy
Blade in her hand
She can't breathe
Her vision is darkening
She has lost all hope
No one is there to help her to cope
But just before the blade reaches her wrist
Big warm arm wrap around her frame
Big warm arms lay their claim
These arms hold her tight saying she is mine
The owner of theses arms reassures she is fine
Her breathing slows
She drops the blade
Her vision does not fade
She is safe
He is here
Who is she
Who is he
She is me
And
He is my daddy
Copyright © Kapri Wilmoth | Year Posted 2016
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