My Choice

He was once my hero
A perfect man to me,
Because he was my father
His faults I could not see.

I never thought he’d hurt me
Sometimes I thought he cared,
A little girl, I was confused
So frightened and so scared.

I could not find the answers
Why did he hate me so?
He may have SAID he loved me,
But this he did not show.

He treated me so different
As if I were a threat,
What was it that he saw in me?
This part I did not get.

I was so independent
But also unaware,
I could not chose my own path
And have him still be there.

His ways I would not follow
His beliefs I would not keep,
I never thought that difference
Would turn and be so deep.

The path I chose to follow
Cost more than what I had,
I never did imagine
It would take away my dad.

And now that I am older
I’m more able to see,
The path I’ve gladly chosen
Was laid out just for me.

I’m glad I chose my Jesus
In spite of what I lost,
Through all the tears and struggles,
It was all well worth the cost.