Broken Heart

In the time of need, you turned away, Leaving us behind in disarray. Our tears and brokenness, you don’t see, As you walk away from all that used to be.

You forgot us all, your family so dear, Leaving us to cope with our fear. We’ll survive, but it won’t be easy, Without you, it’s lonely and breezy.

The love you once gave, now lost and gone, Leaving us to pick up and move on. But the pain of your departure will remain, As we struggle to ease our family’s pain.

You were once part of this cherished fold, But now you’ve left, we’re left in the cold. We’ll always remember the love you gave, But your leaving has left us forever changed.


Al Descubierto

Encerrado en mi prisión de sentimientos, me debato entre el miedo y la indecisión. ¿Debo abrir mi corazón al mundo entero, o seguir ocultando mi dolor y mi pasión?

He intentado expresar lo que siento, pero el mundo me ha juzgado sin piedad. Mis palabras se vuelven contra mí, y me siento cada vez más atrapado en mi soledad.

Pero aún así, no puedo dejar de intentar, de buscar ese apoyo que tanto necesito. Aunque las personas puedan herirme, sigo luchando por ser sincero y auténtico.

Porque al final del día, sé que mi verdad, es lo que me hace único y especial. Y aunque a veces me duela el corazón, seguiré siendo fiel a mi propia realidad

Enseñanzas de un amor que ya no Duele

Ya no lloro por ti ni siento esa opresión en el pecho ya no tengo miedo de amar porque aprendí que el amor no es eso.

No es un juego de poder ni un sacrificio constante no es dolor ni sufrimiento ni una lucha constante.

El amor es respeto mutuo es apoyo y complicidad es disfrutar juntos la vida y caminar en la misma dirección.

Gracias a ti aprendí todo esto y aunque ya no estés aquí tu amor me dejó enseñanzas que siempre llevaré conmigo.

Don’t waste your precious time!

The more you want it, the longer you are willing to stay in pain. It’s simply the determination to conquer the thing, we can’t reach no matter how hard we try. It took me 59 years before I gave up. I prayed and I cried. I asked God the “why’s.” Nothing ever changed. Some desires are just not to be obtained. I paid my dues. I put in the work. I’m done! I’m finally at peace. Lo Que será, será! Just as simple as that. Good is working something in you and out of you. I’m waiting on him in perfect peace!

I Remember my Dad!

I miss you!

You went to Heaven. To the place, we will share one day for eternity. The home we did not have together when I was young and innocent. One day I will experience living with my dad for the first time and forever.

My days will not be sad, nor will I have to cry for you like when I was a child. I only wanted to know who you are. I will tell everyone that I had what they have, a dad!

In my younger years, I missed you terribly. I am glad for the day you came to meet me. I was thirteen, a skinny and scared child.

Driving the almost thirty-five miles was not as terrible or scary as you thought. My grandfather was not even present to complain. Everyone welcomed you with open arms, even my stepdad.

That early afternoon I saw a white Cadillac approaching. Or was it a Town Car? I was too young to recognize the difference. I hid for a while. I knew in my heart that car brought to me, my dad.

I do not know how I knew. Things of the Spirit that dwelleth in me since I was noticeably young? He is still with me, my comfort, my counselor.

For the first time, I will see his face. Do I look like him or just like my mom? I loved you from the moment I saw you. Your eyes told me how excited you were to see me, or was it that you remembered the old romance you had with my mom? Who knows, the heart is complicated. It could have been a combination of feelings, that is all.

Thank you, dad. You showed up and share with me a little bit of what others have for a lifetime. I remember my Quinceanera. You made me feel incredibly special.

One day in the future, we will be together forever. We will have a HOME. A home like the normal kids have. That is how I felt through the years. Different, unwanted, unfit to be a part of that family, except for my loving stepdad.

It is a terrible thing to bear. Fathers pay attention. Your child may be suffering silently in your absence.