Football Dreams
Dreams weren't made for people like me.
A stubborn son who lacks intellectuality.
My father would beat me up and oftentimes scream.
"You are worthless if you go and pursue that stupid dream!"
Went to college, tried to finish what he made me started.
Was struggling to even get a passing grade on all these subjects.
I wasn't happy, neither was I enjoying it
But I had to do my best for my only living parent.
Football posters hanging up on my bedroom wall
Wishing for Tom Brady to sign my hard-earned football
The fire igniting inside my heart to play
Role playing a thousand people screaming out my name
But everything went downhill when he opened the door and came
Saw my low grades and worst: saw my stupid dreams.
From the wall they hang were now been torn to the ground
"What the hell are you doing son, fucking up your life around?!"
Frustrated. Fed up. I yelled back.
"The hell dad?! How could you say that?!"
"This is my life, why should you intervene?!"
"Instead of fucking this up can you just support me??"
"All you ever do is spout negativity."
"The hell dad! I'm your son! Don't you trust me?!"
"This is what I want, it's what my heart screams."
"If you can't accept that, then I'll just fucking leave."
Silence covered the room.
We both stood still.
He didn't got mad or even tried to beat me up again.
He just stared at me with watery eyes.
"I....Please....son I...."
"Enough dad, don't even apologize."
Years went by and I finally pursued my dream.
I was able to play in a football league.
In front of thousands, they come screaming my name
20 years have passed since I left home just for this day.
Before the game, someone spoke to me on the phone.
Calm voice. Its some doctor that I never know.
He told me, "Are you the son of Mr. Davidson?"
I said, "Yeah, why?"
"He asked me if he could see you, his only son."
Shocked. I didn't know what to do.
I'm torn between seeing him and play the game by going out of this room.
Seconds till it starts, my teammates all ready and pumped up.
I need to focus, got to play this, my dad's somewhere out there, no doubt.
Tugged, ran, pushed.
We did everything to win.
And all the while, in my head, the past kept rolling.
The things we said on that night, the kind of life I had before.
I was reminded of all the times on how I was being torn.
But all the hard work my team did paid off
The championships, its ours, it was a close call.
I looked everywhere beyond the crowd.
Searching for that bastard I knew in my heart deep down.
And there I saw, in the bleachers, all the way back
My father in a hospital gown, catching his breath.
He ran to me but I just stood still.
"Come on feet! Go and run up to him!"
He was feeble and weak, too slow to run.
But he did the best he could just to see me his only son.
No words, just stares.
Then hugs, all tight and bare.
I can feel the bones underneath his clothes.
"Oh dad, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I left you alone."
He didn't talked but just smiled.
He then whispered softly to my ears:
"Its okay son, its alright."
The doctor approached and told us to say our goodbyes.
I fucking did not, cause all I did was just cry.
He handed me a letter, handwritten by my father.
I read it quickly cause my heart can't take it no longer.
And as I read through the squiggly letters with my hands shaking
The only thing happened were these tears of mine continually flowing.
"I'm sorry son, for what I did before."
"I know saying sorry wouldn't matter to you anymore."
"Cause what I did to you is very unforgivable."
"I shattered your soul, your hopes, your dreams, your being as whole."
"But please know, that I regret everything I did."
"I collected every last one of your past championships"
"Tried to pile them up here in my little hospital bed."
"It was the only thing I could do, since you ever left."
"I'm proud of you, of what you become."
"It was a good thing you didn't listened to me, this old chum"
"I don't have much time to live, but please do not worry."
"This bastard of a father of yours, would soon get the taste of his own medicine."
"Regrets, that's all I've ever think about."
"Now, you could peacefully live without this bastard you despise your whole life around."
"But, I love you son. I just want the best for you."
"And I know what I've done was very bad and very cruel."
"I won't ask you to forgive me, cause I know what's done is done.
"Know that you were a blessing to me and your mom,"
"I'll send you your love and regards to her when I'm gone."
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