I stopped dreaming
I am one of those who grew up without a father but I always had my heavenly father (Jehovah).Growing up wasn't easy.I remember when I was ten years old every single kid that I knew was outside playing with their toys. Me, I had a journal and a pen to express how I felt and wrote everything that I was going through. It wasn't because I didn't have any toys but simply because my life was just different than the rest. At that time I was sad, fragile and jealous of my friends because they always told me everything nice about their fathers and how much they liked to fall asleep in their father's arm.
At 13 I already felt old, because I'd been waiting for my father every day, waited for an excuse like: why he left? He never came back. That made me question my mother every time to have some explanation about my father's absence but I always got the same story.'' He was tired of us, he decided to leave one day and marry to another woman''. which is make him the guilty one every time. Every day, I wrote a poem about him, how sad I was, how I wanted to see him, even pictured the day I would see him. Sometimes I dream about him, My mom always said that we looked alike so many times I stood in front of the mirror just thinking of his face, I stood there for so long that my feet hurt.
I have my life together now, today I don't dream I live the reality I don't write poems anymore but I conserve those that I wrote just to remind myself of how far I have come. Like they say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. After all that I've been through I may not know the purpose of everything in my life but I know one thing for sure, I was not built to break!!!
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