» from your daughter
my dearest father, i am full of sorrow. my own troubles leave me close enough to touch madness and keep me searching for your Light. then i witness the plight of your other children and my heartache becomes heartbreak, and my father, i can bear this grief no longer. life is short and i’m not getting any stronger. my dear father, i am suffering. part of me dies when witnessing the pain of my brothers just trying to be men, and when they stand up, being knocked down or shot down again. my heart just can’t take it but i can only watch helplessly each time, hoping for a new outcome, or that there is reason to this exercise. without fail, it kills me. since i know this, is that suicide? if so, father, forgive me in advance, because i will sin again, until i can find a way to stop it from happening. beloved father, you are dear to me, am i dear to you? if so, why must i love my people as i do? it seems life would be lighter a load to bear, if i could make myself not feel their distress, but that would be more difficult than un-locking hair. but, loving father, as sure as your tears make our rain, i feel their pain, and do what i can to help us all and call your name, knowing that you will only come when you are ready, not when i request, as a humble