It’s 2:35am, the second day of the new year, she’s lying in bed with a mind full of questions, all of which no one but her supposedly had the answers to. That one resounding question that she can’t seem to answer “Am I happy?” She tries to think of how fortunate she is, and all the good she had been blessed with but deep inside she felt stuck. While listening to the ticking of the clock, she wondered “why can’t I be as progressive as time?” Progress is good but time is also selfish, cold and determined, it waits on no man, that’s not her, she’s soft, she’s kind, she’s graceful, time can never compare to her. She may not have the answer to whether or not she’s happy simply because she had conditioned her emotions to be defined by her loved ones.
She is a content soul who only craved love, unconditional love but before she was old enough to even understand that type of love, it just slipped away from her like sand through her slender fingers. There’s now an overwhelming sadness she carries in her heart ever since that love had distanced but hopeful she was that one day she will get that love that she’s so deserving of, unfortunately that hope was decreased by half after she watched the life being snatched slowly away from the one man she loved dearly.
Only a daughter and father can relate to the profound love they share for each other. What happens when the father is no longer there to reciprocate that love? Well It’s a burst of emotions, can u imagine what its like to lose a role model, first love, protector, provider or a friend? Its heart wrenching but even worst when u lose just one person who were all those things to u, that one person u called “Dad.”
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The way you described time stood out me – “cold, selfish, and determined.” The contrast of this girl being sweet and warm, desiring the initiative time has, but realizing the beauty of her character can’t ever compare to the harsh reality of time. It’s not in her nature, and she won’t stoop that low even though time has made her a victim – taking the person she loves most. There is a quiet strength in this girl and this piece; I don’t believe I can forget it.