Ev’ryone should have/
the chance to spend their birthday/
alone at least once.
Tag Archives: Suffering
Hoping She Signs: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Sometimes all you can/
do is wait, pray, hope, have faith,/
and do all you can.
Dad Doesn’t Understand: Revolutionary IMproVerse Haiku
My Dad tells me: “Be
happy!” He’s never had a
child killing herself.
Not Couldn’t But Wouldn’t: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I wasn’t doing/
anything so I couldn’t/
get her. I wouldn’t.
Written after my daughter’s phone call from a eating disorder treatment center: “What are you doing that you can’t come and get me?!?”
Giving Her Control: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
She felt as though she/
had no control, so I gave/
it back. It’s now hers.
Or
it back. She must do.
Or
… so I quit
helping her escape.
Written after my daughter claimed she had no control in her life, then called me begging me to come get her from a treatment center she could leave on her own.
Who Is Strong Enough? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
She is strong enough/
to do this. Can we be strong/
enough to let her?
Written after my daughter was admitted to a treatment center for eating disorders, then started calling, begging to be released.
Worst Father Ever: Revolutionary IMproVerse Haiku
She calls, asking me/
to take her from something which/
can save her life. No!
–written 2 hours after my daughter was admitted to a treatment center for eating disorders. She called, crying, begging me to pick her up.
Your Past Wasn’t My Fault: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
It’s difficult when/
you have to pay for mistakes/
that others have made.
Setting Me Up? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
I wonder if you/
drew me in just to set me/
up and then spurn me.
My Daughter’s Daring Gift: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet
My darling, dying daughter is daring.
Willing to explore her feelings,
able to express her caring
through the pain and suffering she’s revealing.
Though she fears loathing and ridicule,
she loves unseen others more.
By exposing her personal fire’s fuel,
she’s guiding sufferers to a hopeful shore.
Today someone who she’s never met
was lead to read her writings.
As my daughter exposed experiences we’d rather forget
she gave another hope to keep on fighting.
Sometimes a greater love for another just means
we don’t have to die; we just have to be seen.
Written after my daughter wrote in her blog Milla the Night Baker
and someone responded at 5:06 a.m. on October 8th, 2012 saying how her writing was helping.