I find this song so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes. I found it a little while ago and then learned the story behind it.
This song was written for the daughter that Steven Curtis Chapman lost in a tragic accident.
Knowing this the tugs on my heartstrings are even harder.
I was raised by a single mother and my father never bothered to come see me, call me, or even send me a birthday card.
I know that my mom was the one who left him but for most of my life I hated the man, I felt abandoned and like half of me was missing.
I am the kind of person that doesn’t show their pain outright, I write it all down. So whenever someone asked me ‘..and your dad?’ I would just laugh it off and say ‘doesn’t matter I have the best mom’ and part of that is true, my mother is a wonderful person and even when we argue we always make up.
But, I hated him. In my life I saw him three times and those were accidental..
I always wanted a father who would be there for me, who would teach me how to ride my bike or drive, who would help my mother, but no I have no one.
And although I write all of this, recently it came to my attention that, the hollowness that makes me incomplete in my chest is starting to hurt more. I hate that part of me that wishes he had raised and cared for me. I am a strong independent woman and wish I could just forget about him.
Truth is, if something happened to him, this man that is a virtual stranger to me…I would hurt even worse inside. Because no matter what I say or write he is my father and even though my hole being tries to deny it, a part of me loves him…
I heard this song and straight away was reminded of High school. I always felt alone there even when surrounded by a sea of people, the only two friends I trusted both attended a different school to me.
I was scared of making new friends, because the moment I had started that high school I became a target for some mean girls.
The reason being? I always got on better with boys, I liked hanging out with them and that made the girls jealous, so, they picked on me.
I got into fights constantly.
I was once cornered in the changing rooms just after P.E class by a girl so much bigger than me.
I never backed down.
But there was no one I could lean on for support, no one I could talk to. I felt like Ghost in a sea of people.
I am glad High school is over for me. Even though the outside world is just as tough, I have learned how to protect myself, I have learned how to be strong and not to allow anyone’s judgment to darken my vision.
There is a life after High school and most bullied teens can’t see past their day to day lives, but, trust me it gets better.
I have always wanted to be a writer, write a book or a series. Sadly I’m one of those people who tend to criticize themselves too much.
I write and re-write and then follow that cycle over again and then to push the pin in further I don’t show my work to other people.
I don’t understand why that is, but here are some options;
Fear of Failure? – I doubt that since I failed quite a few times in my life and I’m still here.
Fear of Success? – Does that means people will be expecting more from me? shudders.
Fear of Commitment – Committing myself to such a task…Sounds hard but not impossible.
Fear of expectations – Well I think anyone can buckle under pressure..But..Am I?
Either way, these are all excuses that I am tired of making. I want to be a writer, be it write books, reviews, blogs or articles I want to do it.
I want to commit myself to writing.
I want to Succeed.
I want to exceed peoples expectations.
…But most of all…I want to stop procrastinating.
I might not be the greatest when it comes to grammar, but that’s alright after all English is my third language.
I might not be the best when it comes to endings, but I can work on that.
What I am good at is coming up stories, creating characters and falling in love with the different worlds in my mind…
met you once again in Winter,
But, the warmth you showed,
Reminded me of Summer.
My heart had frozen over, oh, so long ago,
I was happy to forget,
What love had meant to me,
What you had meant to me.
So why did you come back?
and once again allowed my wounds to open?
Did you remember, the first time we saw each other?
You had smiled oh, so, brightly.
Did you remember, those first words,
That made, my heart so tender?
Did you remember, how you broke me,
How Winter settled in my soul?
No, all you did remember,
Was how much you needed warmth,
How much you needed love,
How much you needed me.
When you came back,
I had already forgotten.
I had already let go of those blue eyes.
I had already given up the wait.
I wasn’t lonely.
I wish You had taken my answer.
I wish you had left again.
Before, I had fallen back in Love with you.
Before, I allowed the ice to melt.
…And Spring had brought us pain again,
Again, I lost you…
I will never forget the warmth,
You had brought back to me,
I will never forget that smile that was meant for my eyes only.
You had changed,
Evolved, but still,
The pain was visible in those blue hues,
I loved you even more this time.
Even when I refused to show it.
You had hurt me once,
You had hurt me twice,But in your words so delicate, I knew
I had hurt you too.
Now you are gone,
And it’s too late for us.
But now I have to let you go,
Life still goes on for me.
I’m going to say it….
We all know that humans make ‘bad’ decisions.
There is no one alive who hasn’t done it.
So, why do you judge people so harshly?
Especially when they are your friends and family.
You’ve done something yourself.
But then again;
It’s so much easier to see another persons faults.
I loathe people who look at a someone, not knowing anything about them, their lives, situations, mental state and just open their mouths because they want to make themselves feel better…
Why are there human beings who thrive when others are miserable because of them?
One could argue that it is due to their own complexes, their flaws. They are miserable and so they want others to feel the same.
But again…I have to ask why?
The way I judge and see people who have made bad decisions:
You have made a mistake, as your friend and fellow human being I will tell you so. Then, I will sit and listen while you cry and moan about it. Why? Because I am your friend and I care. No matter how bad your mistake is I am not going to leave…I will always forgive you.
Even after saying this, it does not mean I will let someone walk all over me, oh no if someone tries to wipe their feet as if I’m a doormat I will turn around and without a second of a doubt walk away.
There is a big difference between someone who is using you and someone who has made a mistake and is sorry.
I have made plenty of mistakes, and I’ve been judged by so many people, who for a long period had me under their control. I didn’t know how to cope. I was sorry, in pain and ashamed of my own flaws.
Then, I realized.
They have NO right to judge me, and I shouldn’t feel bad because of them.
As Eleanor Roosevelt once said:
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
You know what? she was right.
I have learned to love myself and no one can hurt me. Not even the people who want to the most.
I would also like you all to just remember.
Don’t judge. Be there for the people around you, even if you don’t know it, you could be, that one link in their chain, that doesn’t break and keeps them from falling apart, and making that final mistake.