Here is this week’s Free Write Friday prompt from Kellie Elmore:
Liberating for me, as a matter of fact …
Some things are not meant to be
What do you think you could ever say
That would reach me?
I am not angry.
I simply wonder.
And why do you think
I could even trust your words?
After all the pain;
All the rejection;
All the hurt.
How could you know what you could never tell me
When you don’t know your own heart?
And when you certainly don’t know mine.
You’ve bruised it such
That I can no longer entrust it to you.
So, whatever you think you could say
In such a simple missive
Cannot reach the tenderest part of me,
Padlocked and protected
Against the likes of you.
You had your chance.
You had my love.
And you squandered it.
Certainly ~ on my terms.
Safer for my heart not
To know what you could never say.
You’d only colour it
This highly-charged prompt brought the word “father” to mind.
Two fathers, actually. My Heavenly Father, with whom I have a good relationship and who has no need to write me such a letter.
And my Earthly father, who is a completely different story.
I do not wish to disparage him. Certainly, he had trials enough growing up that scarred his life. Still, as Iyanla Vanzant (@IyanlaVanzant) tweeted last evening … “Parents are people with hurts, wounds and stories – still children have the right to expect parents to be present.”
He was not present. Not in mind, body or spirit and, in fact, he declared during a phone call when I was 16 that if anyone was going to be hurt in this relationship it wasn’t going to be him.
So, is it possible that such a man, an intelligent one at that and a good writer, would ever know or understand my heart enough to know what to say in such a letter?
I doubt it.
And I have accepted it.
Our life paths have taken far different routes. He makes no effort to be in touch with me and I have no need to be in touch with someone who willfully hurts me.
Not all relationships are meant to be.
Conversely, I have always felt a strong connection to my Father in Heaven. He is the one, in the midst of life’s storms, who tells me everything will be alright. He is the one who wants only the best for me. He is the one who surrounds me with love and shows me my potential.
He is the one who wishes me peace.
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©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013