A Little Confession To Papa
#5
I asked myself
Why can’t I be like her?
Calved in a very luxurious life
Loaded with an abundant wealth
She might never felt this
About all of these worries that I hold
That I also had a dream
A dream that I believed
A concreted one
Such concreted till I could probably just have reached out my hands and achieved it easily
I hold onto that dream for years
Went into a good institution
Forced myself to do everything perfectly
I put my own laziness just to make it happen
Was struggling and hard working
Motivated myself each time I bushed
But when it’s time for me to continued it
I realized
That I didn’t have enough money to spend
To helped me achieved my biggest dream
I cried and prayed
I confessed to whom I always believed as my creator
I asked Him but I was too afraid to do so
Because I already asked Him that much
I told Him about my worries
But I still didn’t get the answer
Father, just let me know
That I could still be success one day
Though the path wouldn't be as smooth as I expected
Papa, I am sorry
That I can’t keep my promise
I promise to make you proud
I promise to reach that scholar and study abroad for you
I am sorry, I couldn’t even make you happier during your life
Papa, I am sorry
Copyright © Tasya Talentia Saphira | Year Posted 2016
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