For women who have daddy issues,
women who feel abandoned,
unwanted
unseen
by their father.
For women whose fathers left them with a sky full of holes
where the stars once hung.
For women who never knew their father at all,
but look for his approval in every man they meet.
For grown up little girls,
who are still chasing shadows filled with rain:
Your father does not have a womb.
He did not form you in his belly.
Your value extends beyond the walls of his rib cage.
Your worth stretches past the reach of his judgment.
His words are not your passport,
nor his silence your exile.
You are a woman now.
Don’t weep for the seed that you’ve outgrown.