It’s not about the tears we shed, it’s about the reasons that are behind them.
It’s not about the attitude we show, it’s about the pain we hide
It’s never easy to say how we feel when our heart is broken inside.
In the silence we drown in the words we feel the urge to say
When the moment of feeling lost covers the heart and we try so hard to understand
What is going on; the truth about what we see, is it real?
The pain in our soul, why is it so deep?
It’s not about them or us, it’s about when we get lost
One word, in one word that they didn’t mean, in one act which was by mistake
Is it a crime to be real and speak your mind ?
It’s not about the distance we create, it’s about the days we miss without listening to a word
It’s a day of feeling lost, real happiness escapes..
It’s not about the confusion that we feel,
It’s all about that no matter what happens they will always be soo dear….
Behind the fire lines
Are nothing but prayers that cover her fears
But it can’t prevent her tears from falling and drawing hundreds of questions
With the painful one: where is he now?
She knows God is always there for all the people who are fighting for their right
To get their freedom back..
But things get complicated and the image is foggy when blood covers the land
All she hears is people screaming and hearts deeply bleeding
Behind the fire line he’s standing there
Who knows what’s going on?
There, is it a safe place? Or is he not okay?
Thoughts are the big enemy too when they takes us to imagine an anonymous bloody place
Where people went asking for peace and suddenly haters cut them into pieces on the streets
She’s fighting the evil thoughts by praying and trusting God that He will take care of him…
She sleeps every night wishing to see him in her dreams
A dream can heal for once even if reality will slap her on the face
When she wakes up
But at least it will stop the tears for a while ..
Behind the fire lines her heart is burning there trying to search for his face
And her soul is aching while waiting for his return …
After she slammed the door of her room, it was so difficult for her thoughts to take her to a clear place. She sat on her bed recalling the happiest days she spent with her ex Mark, who she just broke up with; but she still couldn’t believe that he was cheating on her. Suzan was still under shock; she wasn’t aware of anything around her, not even the noises that were sneaking into her room that were caused by her siblings. The noises entered the room but not her hearing; she was living in denial for hours, but the only words she was speaking out were: “Oh dear God, I was with the Devil.”
The story started a year ago when Suzan met Mark at a wedding party. Back then, Mark was sitting at the party alone, smoking and drinking a lot. It seems he was in another world, away from all the people who surrounded him. Every time the lights fell on him, his teary eyes were exposed to some friends, but none of them had the ability to ease his pain, or make him talk to forget it. He had been like that for months since his ex left him for no reason. Suzan was also suffering from her ex, but had now moved on after facing tough times. She is now stronger than before, or at least that’s what she thinks. She promised herself that she won’t open her heart to anyone until she finds the right guy who deserves her heart. But destiny had another plan for both of them.
“Excuse me,” Suzan said and continued “would you please stop smoking?” Mark didn’t give her any attention simply because he didn’t hear her. Suzan noticed that, tapped on his shoulder, and said “Are you okay?” Mark gave Suzan a glimpse and then looked back deeply in her eyes and said, “Oh sorry, what did you say?” Suzan smiled and tried to show some sense of humor and said, “I said the weather is nice tonight.” Mark smiled back and then laughed, looking at her with this bright smile and the sound of her laughter made him feel something he couldn’t explain. Mark felt that he wanted to keep on talking to this young pretty lady who showed up out of nowhere. He felt as if he knew her for ages and she felt that his teary eyes hid unspoken words that were killing any trace of happiness on his face, and felt that he was even faking his smile. The party soon ended and his friends were surprised that he spent the last two hours of the party talking to a new girl or at least talking. Mark asked Suzan about her phone number and he gave her his number hoping to see her again.
Days past and the few minutes they spent talking on the phone with each other at the beginning expanded to hours later on. Mark told Suzan about his story: he was in love with a girl who meant the world to him but then she started to ignore his phone calls and never let him meet up with her and he knew later that she was cheating on him. Since then he was changed into another person who was drinking and smoking a lot and who barely ate. He told Suzan that he had lost his real happiness and she noticed that he also lost a lot of weight and looked powerless. These long conversations turned into long meetings between Mark and Suzan. Mark started to have feelings towards Suzan; she was a girl full of passion who has a very caring and lovely heart. She stood beside Mark and helped him return back to his happiness. One day he took her on a ride, “Where are we going?” she asked. He looked at her and said, “To a very nice place.” They reached the place; it was a rocky road and the moment she took a look at the view, she felt dizzy. He parked the car on the edge and the whole town was below. Suzan got out of the car and was amazed by the view. “Wow what a wonderful place”, she said. “I knew you would love it”, he replied. He turned on the Radio and asked her to dance with him; these were the moments that she cherished the most, being with the person who became her world and feeling that she’s being protected from the world are all feelings beyond description. That place on the edge was saving all of Suzan’s happy moments, even though it was scary but it was a secure place in her eyes especially when he took her hand and started to dance. But sometimes living all this happiness has a price that one of them will pay…
With days, Suzan noticed that Mark’s behavior was changing. She was asking him constantly if there was anything going on with him and he always replied with “I’m fine but it’s work that’s distracting me from you. I’ll make it up to you, I promise”. One day Mark forgot he was supposed to meet her and she was waiting for him but he never even called to apologize for not showing up. Suzan had her own concerns and she exposed them to Mark and said, “Are you back with your Ex, Mark?” He gave her a quick glimpse and looked away and answered, “Are you insane? I would never get back with someone who betrayed me.”Suzan looked at him and asked again “Okay then, do you have another new girl in your life? If you do, please let me know and I will leave you but don’t lie to me.” Mark was very angry and he gave her a bad attitude by saying, “If you are trying to find an excuse to leave me because you have someone new, go ahead and let me know.” His words entered her heart like a knife, especially that she was leaving the country for a month, and she didn’t feel that he would miss her. She felt that he couldn’t wait until she left and now he said these poisoned words that made her feel that this relationship will die soon; something wrong was going on and it was not her fault at all. She asked him to take her back home, but after he apologized for losing his temper, he didn’t forget to turn on the music and dance. However, this time she couldn’t feel secure while he’s holding her; she wanted the music to stop to have an excuse to stay away from him. She felt his lies just by him looking in her eyes and his hands were so cold and so was his heart because when he said “I love you”, she couldn’t say anything back. She couldn’t say something she didn’t feel at the moment, but instead she said, “I’m going to miss you”. On their way back to her place he said, “All I want you to do is to be happy and enjoy your vacation honey. I want you to be happy, don’t think of me or anything just think of yourself and be happy”. She looked at him and asked, “How could I not think of you?” He smiled and replied, “Because I want you to be happy.”
Suzan left her country to California to spend a month with her relatives, but Mark’s last words were still in her ears. She was so confused and so lost. After she arrived, she kept receiving emails from Mark but only for one week. After that, Mark never replied her emails, and her vacation turned into a sort of jail. She was supposed to enjoy her time and the only thing he asked her to do is to have fun and go out, but with his strange behavior she felt as if she was a prisoner of her painful doubts. Three weeks passed and Suzan called Mark because she was so worried. He answered the phone in a very cold manner that made her think she dialed the wrong number. However, the voice was Mark’s and after a short conversation between them, Suzan asked him why he never replied to her last messages and he replied, “Suzan, honey I’m working here, I have lot of work, and I’m facing a lot of problems at work.” Suzan never said anything except when he asked her when she’s coming back and she told him next week. She was spending her time on the beach that day and after she hung up, she looked at the sea and the angry waves that were breaking on her feet. She cried a lot because she was so wounded and scared. On her way back home, Suzan spent hours crying on the plane; she had not enjoyed her trip. All she wanted to do is to arrive home and end everything with Mark. But as usual, he never agreed when she told him they should break up; his fake excuses showed up every time saying, ”I was so busy honey, you know things are going at work. I’m sorry if I gave you a hard time”. But Suzan asked him again, “Are you back with your ex? Listen if there is a new girl, even if your ex is back, you can still tell me I will help you to get back to her but don’t ever lie tome or even betray me Mark. All your actions show that you don’t care anymore and I don’t want to be with a person where I will be last in his life. You changed a lot Mark; you are a very different person now”. She looked away trying to hide her tears and continued, “All you asked for me is to be happy but with your behavior you ruined my happiness. I didn’t enjoy my vacation.” Mark held her tight and she could hear his heart beating as if his heart will pop out of his chest and said, “I’m really sorry you are an angel to stand me all this time.”
Doubts started to turn out to be facts in Suzan’s eyes. The more she found out lies about him, the more she felt something was missing in her heart. He always denied that he has anyone in his life but her hunch always told her that he has another one and not just anyone but his Ex specifically. When we have doubts, we feel the pain of not knowing the truth, and when we have a hunch, our heart aches for not believing what people try to tell us. However, when the truth is finally exposed in front of us, our heart breaks. Suzan’s heart broke after the truth was revealed to her. She met a friend who knew about her and Mark but Suzan was surprised after he told her how sorry he is to know that Mark left her. Suzan asked, “Who told you that?” Her friend said, “No one. I met Mike and his Ex two weeks ago in a party and I thought how hard it is for you to handle this break up.”
Suzan felt like she was about to faint. Within moments she recalled the day she met Mark, the person who was broken, barely could eat, killing himself by smoking and drinking, and she recalled his teary eyes and voice when he said, “You are the first person I talk to in a very long time.” And then she recalled his words when they started to hang out together when he used to say, “You have a wonderful smile sweet lady, it brings happiness to my broken heart.” She also remembered how she used to feel after he says how much he’s broken inside and since then she promised herself to make him the happiest person on earth again. Suzan’s heart felt so heavy, and her legs were paralyzed. She couldn’t even breathe but surprisingly she never shed a tear; she was watching her friend’s lips moving but she couldn’t hear a single word. She got home and wanted to call Mark to tell him about the bitter truth she just found out about him, to scream and let out all the pain inside of her broken heart. She wanted to call to ask him why he did that to her because it was just not fair. She never wished to see him again; she didn’t have the power to see a person who stabbed her in the back. But her short messages to him were just to inform him that she knew about his lies and his return to his Ex and the only one question she asked was: “Why didn’t you let me go when I asked you to many times? Why didn’t you face me with the truth when I asked you if you got back to her?” His reply was long and full of excuses and lies again, and a sentence that drew a sarcastic smile on her face when he said, “You will always be a very special woman to me.”
Suzan’s life was affected by Mark’s absence for many months. She was acting as if she’s fine and doesn’t care, but she collapsed every night she climbed into bed. The memories that she shared with Mark were increasing her pain. His voice kept coming to her ears after he set a song and said, “Let’s dance.” She recalled his hand taking hers softly, and how secure she felt just by hearing him breathe. She recalled how their light steps were moving and their souls were flying high with happiness. Suzan wondered how could he fake the tenderness I felt, how could he look me in the eye and lie? How could he ignore the truth when I asked him about his Ex? How could he dance on my wounds happily? She thought, “Oh, Dear God, I was dancing with the Devil” …. She never thought he would hurt her because she was standing beside him from the start; she never thought he would lie to her even when she was sure he was because his eyes held enough tears. She thought he would never cause her pain, she trusted that he would never break her heart because he experienced the depth of the pain to have a broken heart. But he was a devil who took her hand for a bleeding dance. She felt happiness by swaying lightly; she never felt that she was dancing on her wounds, and never knew that a piece of her heart was breaking with every step she was taking. But now the music is off, the devil left, the place is full of silence that she fears. She’s alone standing on the edge….
When everything seems to be good, it ends up in a bad way. The rhythm that makes us stand up and dance with happiness might end up suddenly leaving us in the middle of killer silence and a broken heart with bleeding steps taking us nowhere but lots of regrets and pain for meeting the wrong person.
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It’s not about life, it’s about those who are living in it.
When I was a little girl they used to tell me good things to make me smile
Life was so easy maybe because I didn’t understand it
Or maybe because I was too innocent to understand.
They used to teach me to never lie
They said people who lie will always be called bad people
But after I grew up I found out that everyone lies
With bad people enjoying their lives
And honest people are paying the price.
They told me
To be happy,smile and dance in the rain
After I grew up
I knew that most of the times
We smile to hide our pain.
They taught me to cherish friendship in my life
It’s the purest thing I could ever have
A hug from a friend would heal your wounds
After I grew up, there was truth that I lacked
My friend’s hug was an excuse to stab me in the back.
They taught me to be respected and respect people in return
After I grew up I never dared to underestimate others
I respect people for who they are, but they took my respect as a weakness
I get lost in the connection people see with these two words: Respect and Weakness.
They taught me when you love someone, make them happy
Love is something so special, it’s about being faithful
It’s about honesty and sacrifice between two lovers
After I grew up, I knew lovers who became enemies
I see lovers who cheat on their loved ones
Looking at me and begging: “Please, don’t tell.”
I see lovers crying for the absence of their beloved
Their nights turn into days
While the other doesn’t care
Laughing while the one that loves them is in pain.
They used to tell me to never go near fire
Because I will burn myself
I spent my childhood years watching out from fire
And when i grew up I see adults playing with fire but without burns.
When I was a little girl I didn’t act my age
I didn’t play much but I used to read
And they used to tell me “Go play, kids should be playing; adults should read the most.”
After I grew up all I see is adults playing games to trick and set each other up.
Who’s fault is it? Who’s to blame?
Life? People? Or my parents who raised me in a great way?
I grew up to find myself in a jungle
Fearing people I meet, even though I should fear beasts
Everyone is passing by pushing me to get their aim
I am not standing in their way yet all they enjoy doing is hurting me.
Who’s fault is it? Is it my fault that my dreams turned into nightmares?
Or is it my fault since I dared dream?
They taught me lessons that were hard to understand
After I took them in, I grew up to find out these lessons failed me
They should’ve told me not to take life so seriously
They should’ve told me that it’s okay to fail.
All I was doing is studying so hard to be the perfect and polite girl
To never disappoint anyone in my life
But everyone disappointed me…
Who’s fault is it to lose the ability to deal with bad things?
To lose the ability to recognize the good person from the nasty?
I’ve learned my lessons but I failed in the exam
Not because I wasn’t ready, or because I forgot what I studied
But simply because life changed, and someone passed the wrong lessons
And everybody followed.
It’s not my fault that everyone knows these lessons
I was shocked and I cried a lot for not knowing answers when life tested me
It’s not my fault that after I grew up, the lessons changed
It’s not the same, it’s all the opposite… It’s all fake
With every lesson that slowly changed, I quickly learned life’s real lessons.
Hello everyone, just wanted to announce the release of my first book ” Let Them Go With A Smile”. It’s on AuthorHouse.com & here’s the link:
He was born like many other children, filled with love and innocent. He had caring parents as he recalls, they use to hold him and protect him in his first years. They taught him how to walk and how to talk. They used to run towards him and wipe his tears when he fell, just like any other parents would do for their child. He’s the youngest in the family, his brother was 12 years old, and his sister was almost 10 when he born. He used to wait for them, for when they come back to the place where they all sheltered under the bridge, to play with him. Usually they left that place early in the morning while he was still sleeping, and often they came back late after he was asleep. His mom was so special, she was the only person who was always around, his dad used to disappear, sometimes for weeks. As a little baby, all that mattered to him was to play, eat and sleep. He was too small to know what’s going on with his family. Newly arrived to life, he didn’t know yet that there is lot to go through, didn’t know that his life will be a battle, that he’s just one new fighter in this family he was born into. He didn’t know yet the name of the place he lives, he used to think it’s home, but his family name it hell… That became clear after he turned 6 years old.
It was a sunny day when his mom told him to put on his dirty torn clothes and be ready for a long walk. “A long walk where?” the boy asked, “…but mom I want to stay here and play”. With a strict look, his dad ordered him to obey his mom. The boy kept silent and bowed his head. His clothes were dirty as usual, you wouldn’t know it had different colors. His face were dirty as well, he didn’t have a mirror to know how he looked. Maybe if he did he would know why people ignored him in the streets, why they looked at him in a disgusted way. He loves to leave what he calls home, to enjoy the sunshine, because where he lives the rays of the sun can’t find their way. Their place was not a healthy one. That’s the reason why the family was often sick.
While he was walking with his mom he wondered where she was taking him, she never said. All she said was “from this day you will start to work just like your sister and brother, you are a little man now”. They arrived at a very crowded place, where families went with their kids and relatives, where friends meet up together, and everyone looked happy. His mom stopped and bent towards him, she looked deeply and seriously into his eyes and said “I will leave you here, I will come back later to get you”. The little boy was scared and asked his mom “but where are you going, and why you are leaving me here?” She replied “See those people, you have to stay with them, go and try to get money, food, or anything you can get”. “But mom…” he cried. His mom shook him in a strict way and said “LISTEN TO ME, this is how we get money, this is what your brother and sister do, everyone has a job and this is yours now too”. He looked at his mom, tears filling his eyes; his lips spelled one word …ok. He stood there, watching his mom walk away.
All he saw were strangers, people who ignored him, or who looked at him in pity, who pushed him to get away from them. Happy children were everywhere, he saw them playing with their parents, laughing and giggling. He wondered why their parents didn’t leave them alone in this place like his mom did. The time passed, and by noon, he felt so hungry and wanted something to eat. He couldn’t go and just ask people to give him money, or even to give him something to eat. He was so scared and lost. He went to the garbage, started to eat the old bread. A cat made him start from fear when she jumped out from the garbage. He was crying and didn’t know what to do. He ate a little, only what he could find in the garbage, it was better than nothing. He walked around, trying to ask people to give him money. The first woman he saw sitting with her kids, he came near to her and said “give me money please or something to eat”. The woman yelled at him, protective of her own two kids. “I’m not going to hurt them, I’m just a kid like them” he mumbled. But she kept on yelling, telling him to stay away.
The first day ended, the sun disappeared and his mom never reappeared. He sat on the street, some of those who passed by him gave him money without him asking them. He waited so long for his mom, but she never came to take him back home. He didn’t know how to get there by himself. The dogs were barking, the cats fighting in the middle of the night, the people passing grew fewer until there were no more people on the street. Only him and some other homeless people. He cried and tried to find a box to sleep in, he was very tired and wanted to sleep. All the lights were switched off, all the other kids his age were home asleep. He covered himself with bags and slept on the side of the road, where else he could go? He thought about his mom, why didn’t she come back he kept thinking until he fell asleep.
The next day, the steps of people passing by woke him, at first he didn’t’ recognize where he was… until he recalled the day before. He felt the fear again, the insecurity of the coming days. He thought about his mom and his family. He missed his brother and sister, where are they now? Would he ever see them again? He went to a nearby shop to buy something to eat, thankful for the people who dropped money for him while he lay on the street. He entered the shop and the man screamed “get out you dirty boy”. He ran from fear and tripped and fell. He cried from pain, from fear, from anything that might come near him. A soft hand touched his shoulder, and asked him to stand up. He looked up and saw a very nice lady with a little boy. She said “Come, let me help you up, how old are you?” He looked at her son, he was about his age, “I’m 6 years old” he said. She asked, “Are you hungry?” He started crying, “yes I am”. “I saw the man screaming at you, wait for me here and I’ll bring you something to eat”. She went to the shop and bought some food and candy. “Can I have them all?” he asked, the lady smiled and said, “sure, it’s all yours. Are you new here?” “Yes” he replied. The woman told him that she had to leave, but she promised to check back on him every day and bring him something to eat.
He felt that God was looking over him, and each day he waited for the woman, but he never forgot about his family, especially his mom. Her face kept coming to his imagination, telling him that he’s a man now. With days the small kid grew, with years he knew his reality. He wonders now about the person he once called mom, who used to be his whole world, the person who held him and protected him, is she the same person who threw him away? Too many questions, but no one to give him answers or erase his fears. He knows the place where he lives under the bridge isn’t a home, and why the people call him homeless. He can’t go to school, he knows nothing but begging and the people who give him money so he can eat. He looks around seeing happy kids playing with their friends, riding their bicycles, getting into fancy cars with their parents, and asks; why am I different from them? It wasn’t his choice to be homeless, it wasn’t that he wanted to sleep on the streets. Or to hide in boxes, fearful that the dogs might bite him. He always wishes some day he will wake up and his life will be changed. But every morning he wakes to the sound of people’s steps hurrying by, or screaming for the Taxi. What hurts him the most though is to overhear conversations, mothers on the phone saying she’ll be home soon. Home, a word that fills his heart with sorrow. He waited for his mom for long years, and he still goes to the place where she left him. Still wishes she would come to take him to where they all live, anywhere, as long as they were all together, with his brother and sister. He has some friends who are also homeless, they have their own stories too. Sometimes they all go to a shelter to eat and sleep. Other times he forgets himself, waiting on his own till late in the evening, and falls asleep waiting there…
Whenever you see a homeless person, give them a helping hand, give them food or clothes, or even a place to live. Some of them were born homeless, growing up in fear, watching people kick them, yell at them, and look at them in a disgusted way. It’s not their fault. We are blessed to have a home to live in. We have our own rooms, our own cars, money to buy whatever we want. Do we sometimes cry and feel life is unfair if our parents disagree and refuse to buy something for us? So what about those whose life has said NO to them for everything since they were born? Never pass by the homeless without a thought for their fate, spare a smile and some kindness. You will never know what their life has been, what they are waiting for that will never come…
She sits in silence her tears pouring down, her hands shivering and dancing to the rhythm of her heart beat. It’s a glimpse into what surrounds her, a past that turns her world around. Calling out names of people who have faded away, nothing in her ears except the echo shaking her cold body. Nothing in her eyes but tears, she’s a woman in black living moments of fear…
What covered her soul with sadness? What made her wings too weak to fly as high as she had dreamed? She had been an angel with a pure heart, no wounds caused by lies, not afraid to walk in the sunshine, wise and full of life. Now she’s an aching heart, dancing in the dark with broken wings. When she falls and another wound appears on her body, she’s content with her bleeding skin. But there are other wounds that are hidden inside of her heart.
She heads to her closet to pick a colorful dress, maybe it can help her to take a step to happiness, she hope so anyway. If she could change the colour she wears, picking her favorite dress with a broken smile, she thinks she might change her dark mood for a colorful one. But standing in front of her mirror, what she sees is herself wearing black again, how come she wondered looking down, it’s a colorful dress, but a glimpse into the mirror and it’s black again… It’s the reflection of her aching soul in the mirror, that can’t allow her to be happy, won’t allow her to fool herself by covering her body with a colorful dress. She’s not smart enough to fool her soul, it’s not about her body, it’s about what lies within. When skin is wounded it bleeds, but then it heals. Maybe there will be a scar as a reminder of the wound, maybe not. But when her soul is wounded, it is a hurt without bleeding or screaming, and she is lost in a body that doesn’t know what to do. A wounded prisoner in a sad body, that can’t give up, yet can’t escape. That is the blackness in the woman’s soul…
She would break her mirror to destroy the truth she’s denying…. The truth that hurts, the truth that would always be there… Leaving her room the pieces of her mirror cover the floor, they seem to her like shards of her aching soul…. Please Lord give me strength she screams silently, asking for the power to feel strong enough, to stand up on her own again. She has faith to ask God for help, to look up in prayer when everything else would turn her down. When none of those passing can give their hands to help her up, only God is willing to do that.
She knows that all those who came her way may be good people, but still they turned, to become a pain in her life, turned now into illusion. The love she gave taken for granted, the friends she trusted have left her alone with doubt, and those who passed away have left her with a dead heart and a soul in pain, turning her days into black. So many questions she asks herself. Asking why? Such an easy and short word, but the answer is so complicated and hard. Walking slowly with breaking steps, she’s too young to feel old this way. She’s full of life, so why is she’s dying silently everyday? What makes her switch on the light in the middle of the day, when the sun is shining and warm? She lives in the light but sees nothing but darkness, she has her own world no one else can enter, to be there to share her pain. All she sees is darkness, opening her eyes or closing them, it’s all the same. Who should she blame that the light has left her life? Who would take her hand and walk slowly with her, who can show her the way. Who would be brave enough, kind enough, to make her feel safe? She tries through her faith to light her way, she asks for God’s help in all the ways she knows. She has none beside her except God and her faith.
She’s a young woman who was surrounded by big numbers of friends, but started to lose them one by one until she ended up alone. She has memories that she keeps of things she can’t feel or see any more. The breeze touching her face, the flowers and the trees playing in breeze, the giggling of kids and their innocent faces. Recalling them makes her feel a little alive, but all that she hears is a killing silence that she fears. She can feel the happiness of other women with their children and their men when they are pass her by, but yet she can’t dare to wish to have a family and kids too. It’s spring time and the sun is shining outside, she touches her lips making sure she’s smiling, heads to her closet to try to figure out which colorful dress to wear, picking her blue dress, she never looks at her mirror. Standing on her balcony she tries to be strong, a passing neighbor tells her she looks good today, she smiles, forgets herself and goes to see herself in the mirror, all she sees is black. Her soulful eyes fill with tears, ruining her make up, she breaks down on the floor, and breaks another mirror, it’s not her mirrors fault.
Darkness is covering her life. There is only her faith left now to light up her way. She searches again and again through her faith to re-find her security and joy. She’s a blind woman fighting every day to find her way back to happiness. In the past she was a happy girl full of life. They all see her as the girl in the ever-changing colourful dresses, she has her own world. In her sight everything has changed, she has forgotten the sensation of being happy, she accepts the bitter fact, she’s a woman in black.
For the young guy Jason, nothing would be the same, losing the only girl he loved is a fact he has to accept. Through the years since he had met her, she had been like a soft breeze who made his life different in a good way. After suffering from very painful issues through the years, she was like almost the breath he takes, meeting her had been the only thing to make him forget his grief… But like every guy, he had a dream to achieve, and he wanted to achieve that dream, regardless of who will lose on his way to reaching that success. He lost his track, the company he kept, the places that hold nothing but sins, he was losing the meaning of his life, he was losing the person he loved most.
Achieving his dream became nothing but an excuse to do whatever he wanted to do, to run from himself and forget. From what he had been through since he lost his dad when he was a little baby. His father left his mother and him before he got to know him. And when he got used to the presence of the man who took his father’s place in his life, just when he started calling him dad, his step-father passed away. To Jason, that felt like losing his real dad, and left him in a lot of pain. Between knowing that his real father was still alive, but also feeling the grief of losing the person who taught him the real meaning of fatherhood, Jason was living his life searching for something he thought he would never find.
He was searching for himself. The challenges he faced, the questions without answer he used to ask were to satisfy his curiosity. He was the guy with a big heart trying to find the lost part himself. Singing and playing music was the only things that helped him to find peace in the world. Since he was seven years old he had dreamed of being a singer one day. Even when he grew up that thought never left his mind. But life always has something to surprise him, and when he was twenty his mother passed away, leaving her young guy in the middle of nowhere. She was the one who supported him, she was his shoulder to cry on. She raised him in a great way and used to encourage him to chase his dream. Losing his mother would lead Jason onto the wrong track. Though his friends were there for him, his mother’s loss blinded his eyes and his soul and he lost his faith in everything. Losing his faith drove him into many sins, he turned his back on his good friends and never wanted to hear from them. Even the girl who he loved, he was blind enough to break her heart. He was living in denial. Denying himself, his friends, his faith, he was moving slowly into a long dark tunnel without even noticing it. As the years passed, Jason walked deeper and deeper in the darkness. He was attracted to it, through his mourning for the loss of his mom, for his step-dad, and even for the first loss he had before he recognized that he had, his real dad. Life was a battle for Jason, achieving his dream took him in a wrong direction, and in achieving it he also achieved everything he never wanted.
But a wake-up call was sent to him and he opened his eyes to the bitter facts. He didn’t only lose his family, he had also lost himself. He looked around at the people who entered his life and have a bad affect on his behavior. Though he used to feel relief when he prayed, he started to fear God due to all the mistakes he had made. He had been lost for many years, but now once again his mother’s spirit surrounded him, and woke him up before he was drawn any further into this darkness he had put himself in. Jason opened his eyes to see that everyone who mattered had left him and he was alone. Trying to sing, but it was all sad songs, he gave up on his music dream. And he turned to chase the one who he had let go, he wanted to return to the only real person he loved backin his past , even if she was now little more for him than a dream….
For Jason, waking as if after he had slept for years, not only was his head heavy and aching, but even his soul. He felt that he filled it with sins, and filled his girl’s heart with agony and wounds. He recalled all the chances he missed, recollecting all the photos that held both of them, he missed being with her. Running back to her, hoping to have another chance, he called her name but she ignored him. He visited her, and although she opened the door she considered him a stranger… His tears were pouring asking for forgiveness, but her heart was frozen due to the wounds he had caused. With those wounds still wide open, she couldn’t give him one last chance, she couldn’t even bear to touch his hand. What did I do to the girl I loved the most he tried to recall, but refreshing his memory made him feel guilty for the love he had pushed away. Nothing good was left in his life, blaming himself, crying all the time, even the dream he held since he was little boy had let him down. He thought that singing was the thing that he most wanted to do, however, he stepped on everyone’s who cared for him just to achieve his dream. Between all his losses, he had, he lost himself too. He had let other’s down, he disappointed them when they were ready to do anything to stand by his side.
He had pushed them all away, and now he had to stand up alone, trying to get to his faith back, and trying to rebuild his life. Sitting on his sofa, holding his guitar and singing his sad songs about himself, imagining his life as a movie that can never be happy one. The images he has in his mind are ones that were never captured on camera, those are the most valuable images, of those he loved the most, but who he is now sitting alone without. It’s not easy to be away from someone who filled your life with love, the emptiness it leaves is painful. Jason tried his best to ask his girl to give him one last chance, but all she gave him was a reflection of the way he had treated her. It’s hard to keep chasing someone when they are running away and that was what was happening with his girl. You get tired, and they would keep chasing their grievances from the past. It is so hard after losing your faith and taking the wrong track, to find those who you crushed because of your blindness, are still alive but there is no way for you to return to them. And that’s what Jason felt, that though she was still there breathing, inwardly she was dead. He had killed the love himself, he couldn’t blame her, but he missed her. After all the chances he had missed and all the warm feelings she had showed him. He had always neglected them, for some reason, for many reasons…
He waited and hoped for a last chance to show her that he had changed. But whenever he met her and felt her hands like ice, no feelings appeared in her eyes… He stood there in silence watching her taking another step away from him, every step causing a new wound in his heart. It doesn’t matter now for her, but for him he’s dying silently and begging the Lord for a miracle to make her turn back, look at him and give him one last chance. She never did, and he gave up asking for her forgiveness, what was broken can never be rebuild again. Things could never be the same, there would always be a scar to remind them, there would always be tears shed when recalling the reason for this scar…. Just like when we see the sun disappearing behind the sea, we miss the moment when we take their love for granted, when we do the things that hurt them and push them away, it never occurs to us until we watch them fading away, only then we know how much they means to us. It is our decision to lose those we love, but we watch them leaving and only then realize we are left with just the darkness and the night….
Jason realized how he let his losses affect his life, by trying to forget the loss of his mother he had suffered other losses, the only girl he loved and who will never be back to his life, and himself too. So he gathered the pieces of his broken heart. He knew the mistakes he made and learned a lot from them. He doesn’t want to ask anyone to give him a chance anymore. He’s a new guy now, working on himself to be better person. Though the scars will always be there, though the tears will always flow when he misses her, it was his choice and he’s paying the price for making them. Playing his guitar and singing to entertain himself, he’s back on the right track now. He’s now aware, more than ever, he won’t ask anyone for another chance to forgive him. If people don’t want to see that he deserves it, then let it be. As for him, he will give himself one last chance, because he knows he deserves it. People make mistakes but the most important thing is that you know you are on the wrong track and get back to right one. If you apologize for what you did, that is the first step on your way to change. If they don’t accept your apology, never beg others to give you a chance.
You are the one who deserves it, allow yourself to have it, especially if you have only One Last Chance…
Every morning with the sunrise, a new pain starts in someone’s life, a new hope is renewed in someone’s eyes, fighting to live, or fighting to give. Give the person who needs them, the caring and the love they are lacking…
Sarah lives in the city now, has to learn to deal with this kind of life. Where the time passes so fast, people running to get early to work, as if they are chasing time. She comes from a village, a place in the mountains where everything is calm and quiet. Where all the people know each other and care for each other, even if they are in a hurry. They have the time to look at the person who’s passing them by and say good morning. But from now on, she has to get used to the city life, for the sake of her angel…. As usual, every morning she drinks her coffee rapidly, gets dressed, takes her flowers and runs rapidly so to never miss her morning customer.
It’s true she has all the day to sell her flowers, but looking at this one persons eyes in the morning making her rich, not financially, but emotionally…. Those eyes fill her heart with happiness, and her day with security. “Good morning madam”, this the voice she waits to hear every morning. She looks back at that girl and says, “Good morning to you young lady, here’s your flower”. With a shining smile the young girl takes her flower and gives the dollar to the flower seller. “Thank you, your flowers fill my days with a warm perfume”. With a little cute wink from that girl’s eyes, the lady’s day is as perfect. Selling that one flower to a stranger allows her to gain not just a dollar but also a smile that will never leave her face the whole day… In her room she has a big diary, where she writes the date and details of that first flower that she sells each day. Beside every flower, she writes what exactly she saw in the girl’s eyes, what she felt when she saw her, and how much she is grateful that she met her that day.
Sarah doesn’t have friends, those she had are all back in the town she left, where nobody knows for what reason she left. She went to search for someone who brings happiness to her life, for someone to give a reason for her to live after she had given up on living.
Sarah’s story began when she married a young rich man from the city. He was a very gentle and wise man who came to her town to visit his cousin. The cousin was Sarah’s friend, but she never thought that one day this would end up in love. But this is how things go sometimes, and over the course of many visits to the town, love grew strong between Sarah and Ethan, until one day they decided to get married. Her family had their concerns about the marriage, Ethan was a person from an upper class family and Sarah’s family were very normal. They were afraid that this class difference would have effects for Sarah’s future happiness. But when these fears were exposed to Ethan, he assured her that these were illusions and nothing was going to happen, he would buy a property in Sarah’s town so they could live in peace.
After two years they had a baby girl, Emma. The baby filled their life with happiness, and for several more years Sarah’s life with her husband was wonderful. Love, laughter, amazing moments to remember forever, and Emma’s presence adding so much fascinating happiness to their days. Until one day, Ethan went on a business trip and never come back. The train he was on crashed and he with hundreds of other people died. Emma was only 3 years old, and for Sarah all her years burned in front of her eyes. She felt she’s been left alone, Ethan was her whole world, she felt like a stranger in the world. Though her family and her friends were all around her, she could never feel any connection to them. A couple of months later, Ethan’s brother showed up asking to take Emma to raise her in the city with his parents. Ethan’s family were against his marriage to Sarah, but Ethan had left them all in shock by moving to marry the small town girl who had captured his heart. Sarah tried to resist, to keep her daughter with her, but the powerful have ways and they took Emma away. Since that moment Sarah never knew anything about her daughter. The years went by, and with every year a piece of Sarah’s heart were dying. Only the memory of her husband was left, and of Emma’s laughter, that she seemed to hear all the time…
As the years passed by she changed into another person, shaped by the tears and the pain, by memories of her angel’s giggles and her husband waving with his last smile on his face. Until one day, Sarah received a letter from a friend of Ethan’s, a letter with Emma’s address. Sarah couldn’t believe that after 18 years she might see her daughter. She packed her up her life in a suitcase and went to the city. Challenged by everything, a community that she was unused to living with, strange people she didn’t know how to talk to… The first thing she did was search for Emma’s address and try to think of an excuse to talk to her. The photos that were sent in the letter showed how pretty and wealthy Emma was. Her grand parents took care of her it seemed, but not enough, since they raised her away from her mother. Standing on the street facing Emma’s apartment, Sarah waited for Emma to leave her place.
Then as if from nowhere a beautiful lady walked out the gate, talking on her phone. Sarah looked at the photo she’s holding tightly between her hands, so tense as if she was afraid she would drop it. Sarah compared it with the girl and the tears ran down her face, that was Emma, that was her daughter. She wanted to run towards her and hold her so tight, but she couldn’t. Her baby girl is there grown up to become a pretty lady. Sarah felt as if she was safe again, with a new reason to live, and a new reason to love her life. She rented a small room and with time she collected information about her daughter’s life. And with everything she needed to know she was ready, set herself up to sell flowers.
Sarah’s first day of selling flowers started when she stood near where Emma waited for her driver to take her to the university. With weak steps she got near to Emma and said, “a red flower every morning will fill your day with warm perfume and add smiles to your face pretty lady”. Emma turned around and looked at the woman’s eyes, with a shining smile she said “Sure, why not. Are you new here?” Sarah felt like her heart was stopping, not sure if it was from happiness that she was standing in front of her daughter after 18 years, or sadness from missing all these days watching her growing up. Sarah wanted to tell her that she was new in this place, but not new in Emma’s life. She wanted to tell her that she was the one who had given birth to her, but she gathered herself and said, “Yes, I’m new in this place, I’m trying to sell my flowers, but not all people are interested in buying flowers”. Emma smiled and said, “Well, now you have got a new customer, what about if I meet you every morning in this place to buy a red flower?” With a little wink Emma added, “And don’t you dare to miss this appointment ok ma’am?” That little cute wink, her dad used to make it. Lord help me, Sarah felt drained and about to pass out, it was almost too much to handle. But yet she thanked God for finding her angel again. “Ok” Sarah said, “How can I miss looking at such an angelic face like yours young lady?” Emma wished Sarah a happy day as she left.
For the next several years, Sarah had a reason to wake up and live every morning. Emma graduated from her university and started her own work, and Sarah followed all Emma’s news. Due to the trust they built they became quite close. But that friendship never crossed that corner in the street, the place where for Sarah the whole world turned around. Standing in the cold to sell flowers wasn’t easy though, Sarah’s health started to get bad and she got a lung infection. Her face started to look ill and under her eyes there were black circles, which showed how tired she was getting day after day. Emma used to check on her and offer to take her to the Doctor, but Sarah didn’t want to, all she used to say was “I’m fine, I don’t feel any pain”. Sarah was afraid to miss a day of seeing her angel’s face in the morning, and she would convince herself and her daughter that she was fine.
One day Emma came to the place to buy her flower as usual, but she couldn’t find Sarah. She was worried about her, standing in the middle of the street looking left and right, trying to find someone to ask about the flower seller. A man asked her “Are you looking for your friend?” Emma turned quickly and really concerned replied “Yes, have you seen her today?” He said “Unfortunately, we found her this morning lying in the street, I think they took her to ER”. Emma interrupted him and asked, “do you know where she lives?” The man was surprised, “You don’t know where she lives?” Emma replied “No, she never told me”. The man smiled, and said “in a little room under the stairs”… Emma was shocked. She went to check the room, the door was unlock, the room had one bathroom, but not even a kitchen. When she stepped into the room she stood powerless, not believing what she was looking at… Photos of her from when she was a little baby, but she never had photos when she was that age. She saw Sarah’s diary where she had written alongside every flower she had sold Emma, how she had felt to see her Angel’s eyes. In the drawer she even found the letter that had caused Sarah to move to the city. Emma couldn’t believe it, she recalled how every year on mother’s day Sarah used to say, “Here this is another red flower for your mom on her day”. Emma used to reply, “Thank you but my mother died when I was a little girl, my grand parents raised me”. Emma recalled that she used to see tears in Sarah’s eyes, she though she was feeling Emma’s loss and pain. Then Sarah used to give her an extra flower and said, “Take this for free, but in water as if you are buying it for your mom and you are going to see her tomorrow, she will feel your love”.
Emma stayed in shock for hours, crying, and not know what to do. Having doubts, and yet no doubt, at the reality of Sarah revealed, her real mom. Running to the ER to see her mother, she saw her lying in the bed without any movement, without any breath. Another visitor had reached this the place before Emma. Death! Emma stood there in a silence, not only her heart was breaking, she felt her soul was aching too. A voice cut her thoughts and the silence, “Do you know this woman?” Emma replied “Yes, she’s my mother”. The nurse handing Emma a letter said, “She gave me this letter with this photo and asked me to give it to her daughter when she comes”. Emma took the letter with shivering hands and started reading…
To my daughter with love…
I never knew real happiness until you came to my life, you decorated my days with your angelic smile, I never knew how to deal with death, how to die every day in a new way, until they took you away from me, and then I never knew how to come back to life again until I met you again after 18 years.
I know when you read this letter I’ll be gone, I know you have so many questions to ask. I came to the city searching for you. The room I rented faced your room. It’s a tiny room but through that window that faced your apartment I used to feel that I’m living in a castle, and looking through it’s window to my real world, you.
I convinced you to buy a red flower every day from me because it would bring warm smiles to your days. I was selfish to ask this, I wanted these smiles so much after I lost them so many long years ago. It was you giving me those smiles, it was looking at your eyes, that gave me the courage to keep on living.
Don’t cry after me, I’ll be always near. Sometimes life gives us a reason to cry and sometimes a reason to smile. Life gave me reason to cry for long years, but you my precious daughter are the reason to make me smile. Even at this moment while I am close to death…
“Yes, I’m his father”. With head bowed down and his words come with a breeze of shivering, showing that he already expected to hear what that man is coming to say. The Officer went ahead with his talking, saying “we found his body beside your wife’s grave after we received a phone call, we are sorry to bring you such sad news sir”. He stood in a killing silence for minutes, wishing it’s a nightmare, he can’t stand on his legs any more, his knees felt so weak. The room seems so dark though it’s only just past noon and the sun’s shining. Spring was carrying a promise of days filled with happiness and so many plans to share with his 19 years old son Dani, but the news he just heard will carry nothing but cloudy days with endless sadness…
Heading to the hospital is the longest ride he ever drove. He felt like the road is getting longer, though the distance between his place and the hospital is only 15 minutes. He recalled the times he brought his son to this same hospital two years ago with his wife, who passed away after suffering from cancer. They had only had the one son, Dani, and he was the world to both of them. But now he feels so apart from the world, he’s driving not sure if he’s taking the right road, can’t figure out if the track will lead him to the hospital to see his son for the last time, or to his wife’s grave to tell her how much he needs and misses her presence in that moment….
After he reaches the hospital, his weak steps want to pull him back, he wants any excuse to get back into the car. He is scared about the coming moment, the moment that will reveal to him the cause of the death. Although he’s sure what was behind it, still he never expect that things would end up in this painful way….
“Sorry for your loss” the doctor says as he entered the room, but the father interrupts him, asking “what’s the cause of death?” “Overdose” the doctor replied… “we found a trace from drug needles in his hands, your son was a drug addicts and it seems he reached to the highest level”. The father collapsed crying, feeling he was accusing himself of killing his son, saying “I never wanted to read the signs.” But now the signs of Dani’s death would be in front of his eyes for the rest of his life, every time he visits his sons grave. “RIP Dani..”
Dani lost his mother when he was aged 17 years, at the age where he needs caring and loving people in hi life. After he suffered seeing his mother fighting with cancer for more than a year, he lost his mom, but in an indirect way he lost his dad too. For his dad was drowning in agony, his wife’s illness affecting his life, and he forgot that he had a son who needed him and feeling the same bitter pain from losing his mother. With days their life changed, Dani used to come back home from school and see his mom in the kitchen preparing his food, waking him up in the morning, taking him to school if he’s late to catch his bus… After she was diagnosed with cancer she never changed her caring treatment towards her son and husband, not until the disease progressed too far and she got really tired… When his mother passed away, for Dani there was no need to be home after school, especially when his father was not there anymore too. Even if his father was there in body, in his mind he was with his wife. For Dani it meant he lost both his mom and his dad….
Dani started to hang out more than he should have been allowed to, at age 18 he had his first beer, then he started to party with guys he met in the bars and in the streets, he got involved more and more with them. He felt much better when there was something distracting him from feeling lonely, and his pain he lived in after his mom’s passed away… He used to obey his parents to be at home before midnight, now spending the night out was a normal thing to him, he didn’t have to sneak back to his bed, he simply returned through the main door of the house. He knew his Dad was asleep, and his mom was no longer alive to keep up waiting and worry for him… Though there was no rules to follow, he missed fighting with his mom about coming late home. He missed her presence, he used to think that she’s going to be waiting for me tonight, but she never was…. With his father careless towards him, Dani was drowning, and after every visit to his mom’s grave he was falling… falling apart from the reality of who he used to be… Until one of his friends recommended marijuana and he felt happy at experiencing something new in his life. But from marijuana things progressed to new kinds of drugs. When he started on heroin though, he faced difficulties to provide money, so he was stealing and making deals with the drug suppliers, to set up with new teenagers and buy them drugs…
His dad noticed that something was changing with his son, but he never gave enough attention, he just thought it was all about partying and getting drunk. He noticed that his son’s temper was getting bad, but he thought it was from missing his mom that was making this change in his personality… He had never used to fight with his son, but now every day brought a new reason to fight. They used to hold each others hands when mom was alive, and pray before they have their lunch or dinner, now his dad never touch his son’s hand simply because they don’t sit at the same table anymore… The street life were taking Dani away from his home, the drugs were making him forget about who he used to be, and all the plans he had for his future faded away. The happy life he used to live had become a nightmare, his mom was gone and his dad was still alive, but it was as if he had passed away too…
The last talk Dani had with his father was actually a fight, a big fight. He left home and never come back again for days. His dad saw by accident the marks on Dani’s hands, the needle track’s. He was worried that his son was using drugs. He wanted to contact a treatment center to send his son to, to help his son to clean his body from this poison… He went to his son’s room, he tried to find something that would tell him that maybe he was wrong, but all the things that belonged to his son were missing… For three days he though and hoped his son was just spending time at a friend’s place and he would come get back home as usual. He was wrong, when he opened the door to an Officer instead of opening it to welcome his son, he knew that Dani would never step into this home again, that he was alone in this place….
Drug abuse – there are so many reason that lead guys, especially teenagers, to fall into this trap. Family problems, violence, divorce that affect the children, lacking for caring and love, etc.. Boys/girls can try to find something to help them forget their problems, the fake happiness that can be waiting for them in any place they go; school, street, party, trip etc. The noose is ready to surround their life and kill them in any moment they lose faith and hope to save themselves… Some people start their addiction through painkillers, and they get involve without even thinking it might lead them to be drug addictions. Once they accept the first cigarette that contain drugs they are putting the rope around their neck. The more they get involve the more that killing loop tightens on their life, the higher they get the closer they are getting to death, until the moment comes when the loop get so tight they can’t breath, or even scream for help….
Dani’s father never read the signs, though they were so clear to read… But now there is a big sign he will be forced to read every time he visit their graves, and he can do nothing about it..
“RIP Dani, you’ll be missed”…
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