His words fester beneath the surface, weary words of disdain and ill repute. But what can I do, and how can I be anything more? For I am just another daughter, a regret still in the making. And my existence is a constant reminder of all he’s ever done wrong.
I miss my America, the land of the free and the home of the brave. Every day I see sadness, war beaten faces from battlefields, found in my own backyard. We used to be one nation united under God. We were indivisible with liberty and practiced justice for all. But how many people even remember our nation’s promised pledge. The allegiance we swore to the flag of our forefathers, is a promise we failed to keep. The roots of our republic have somehow been forgotten and the turmoil caused from present day happenings has torn the unity straight from our hearts. It’s a dishonor to our nation, but even more so a disgrace to our God. Freedom of speech never gave us the right to ruin what our brave forefathers fought to defend.
I keep trying to forget the past. To leave all the hurts buried deep on that old, empty road. The place where I was deserted, left choking on remorse. But everybody wants answers, and nobody understands that I can’t breathe. And when I’m forced back on that road, I can’t heal or even catch my breath. The air over there is stifling. And so many broken dreams are still dangling in the wind. I can’t keep reaching out, grasping hopelessly at those lifeless strands. So please, I’m begging you, let’s just leave the past to live where it died. Or else this life won’t be worth living at all.