Baggage

To whom it may concern,

Sometime I feel like a bag lady I carry around so much hurt and anger. My biggest piece of baggage is you and the fact that you wasn't there.  Growing up without a father left me with a voided no one was ever able to feel. I have felt incomplete like something is missing. Do you know how it feel to not know who you are? I can't help but feel that life would had turned out  a lot differently if you were here. When I watch my kids with there dad I can't help but feel sadness because I didn't have anyone to protect me like he do with them. The way he go out his way to make sure our daughter is told she is beautiful and loved pull at my heart strings and intensity my anger for you. The baggage you left me with  is heavy and very hard to carry. I have tried so many time to walk away from the hurt. I have tired so many times to forget about you but I can't, for whatever reason I have a desire to find you and just ask why? Why wasn't I  a good enough reason for you to stay? Why didn't you want to know me and be a part of my life? How could you knowingly walk away? What was more important then your first born? Every time I say I'm done and i'm going to let go I find myself standing in line at the carousel with tears in my eyes waiting to claim the big baggage with the lock and no key.


                                                                                                                                      Sincely,
                                                                                                                             The lock without a key