I see HER every day at school. So smart…so beautiful… rocks the latest fashion…& drives the fancy car. And even with all of it, HER tears soak HER pillow at night and no one (else) knows it. I often call HER the chameleon because of HER ability to change HER looks, attitude, walk, and speech when she’s around certain people. HER “boyfriend” sees her as an accessory for his arm. (Man, he’s another story) Let’s get back to HER. So HER “relationship” with this dude has been…something else. HER self-esteem has hit rock bottom and she no longer thinks of HERself as valuable.
Even with HER current mindset, she knows this “relationship” isn’t going anywhere. She knows that she deserves sooooo much better, but HER constant worry is…”What will ‘they’ think?” Every night she looks in HER mirror trying to find HERself. It’s like a blur. HER desperation to break free from expectations has caused HER what seems like a lifetime of tears. Night after night she cries HERself to sleep wondering “Who will wipe my tears?” See, no one knows how she longs for HER father’s embrace. She (secretly) dreams of HER father dancing with HER on HER wedding day. She envies the girl she grew up because of the relationship she has with her dad. The lasting image she has, is of this girl and her father playing together on the playground. HER friend fell and her dad came rushing over to pick her up and wipe her tears. After 12 years, that has never left HER memory.
Many dream of going away to college to be able to have their dream job, some dream of becoming entertainers and entrepreneurs, but HER dream is to have a father. Not someone who will only be there physically, but someone who will teach HER how to be a lady, a friend,…a wife. Someone who will spend time with HER and let HER know HER true value as a young woman. Someone who will protect HER. Someone who will wipe HER tears after getting HER heart broken. Someone who will love HER unconditionally.
So as I look into HER big sparkling brown eyes, I ponder, “Who will wipe HER tears?”
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I really like this one, I can relate to it. I feel like even if my father was never a father figure as I was growing up. I couldn’t really see god as father. But as I grown closer to him. I could see more then a father figure. I seen a savior.
Amen, Fab. Growing up I had to come to the realization that God was more than enough for me. It doesn’t matter who has disappointed me in the past.