I came from
two parents that loved me,
a heartbroken mother,
when my dad strayed away,
a single mother working two jobs
just to take care of me.
My dad a military man,
Operation Desert Storm and then Kosovo
stealing what little I saw of my dad growing up.
My mom reunited to a man I grew to love,
he loved me like his own,
and filled the empty space my father had left in my heart.
Springfield born and raised,
In church as a little girl.
I was there for my mom
and it was her I tried to impress by acting my best.
My father came and went as he pleased in and out of my life.
He had a problem,
he couldn’t be alone.
He’s been engaged and married
more times than I can count on my fingers.
Each time he found a new woman
he forgot me a little more.
As a little girl,
thinking my dad didn’t care about me,
I was affected emotionally.
Turning to piano wasn’t always enough to camouflage my pain.
And when he missed my first dance recital
I realized I couldn’t count on him for anything.
I made some bad decisions,
acted just like him,
when all I wanted was the opposite.
I’ve had too many boyfriends
and trusted too easily.
I let too many people walk all over me
and I was tired of it.
Then I met him.
I met my first love and I fell head over heels in love with him.
I fell for him, but I, too, fell in love with love.
The dates we shared,
the memories made,
meeting his parents,
cheering for him at games.
He the star basketball player,
me the varsity cheerleader.
Match made in heaven? Or hell?
We were obsessed, unhealthy,
Went to far and snapped.
He pushed me over the edge
and I shattered to the floor like broken glass.
I couldn’t go on. I escaped.
My friends helped me get past the horrible things he said,
the verbal vertigo,
I just needed to hear my voice.
I made more mistakes.
Figured out who my true friends were
and who would always be there for me.
My dad got remarried to a woman who wanted me around.
She helped my dad and I build a relationship.
I got my life under control,
and I am learning from my past.
I have a lot of people in my life now
that genuinely care about me
and I the same about them.
I’m growing in a way I didn’t think was possible,
and yet so easy once I set my mind to it.
I began going to church.
Not for my mother. For me.
Who I am was God’s gift to me,
and who I become is my gift to him.
I’m going to make him proud.