Beata works as a qualified primary school teacher, a councillor for drug and alcohol addiction and a farm caretaker for organic olive grow.
"I am frightened of bad things happening to me,"
What keeps you awake at night?
She answered with those
on full beam,
"It's always anxiety,
Something not done.
Someone I've let down..."
her own demons
from her own
as her friend
I have been
in the front line of her pain.
in search of things past,
to all that
to their neighbors.
Just like us...
Suddenly she stopped,
there was a new playground
in our way,
where things wild used to grow
and our secret path
we used to take
through the bush
to our place of childhood dreams.
'You looked so nervous,
like a foal on the edge of fleeing,
I remember it
just like it was yesterday,
meeting you right here,
for the first time,"
I smiled at her and took her hand in mine.
"And you told me to be brave,"
She put her hand back into her pocket,
"Let me assure you the world is a wonderful place",
you used to say and it was
just like that,
"You have been the tallest in our class,
with dangling bones
and eyes so big,
the world was lost in them,
I would spot you anywhere,
rushing to your side,
when other kids teased you,
calling you 'giraffe'..."
She closed her eyes and clenched her fists
inside the pockets of her coat:
"I hated you for that. How much I hated you,
the perfect girl with the perfect smile..."
"No you didn't,
you just say so
to explain the sorrow
you caused me,
I patted her arm and crossed the playground
in search of our childhood path.
I didn't turn around
but I sensed her
"You were eager to learn
and master everything I knew,
we were just like twins..."
"The perfect princess and her ugly sister,
Everyone loved you,
your sunny disposition
and the urge to please..."
"It took me a lifetime to learn to say no.
You have been always good at that."
I laughed, turning around to see her grumpy face.
"I was the one they resented.
They wanted to be in my place,
bathing in your sunshine.
I could never allow that,
therefore I chased your man away."
"Disloyalty, faithlessness, treachery,
arouse extreme dislike,
you should have learned that by now."
I found the overgrown path
and cleared the way
for her to pass...
"Who do you think you are,
to judge me?"
She hissed into my face passing by.
"You weren't born in the middle of the freezing night
to an under aged 'pissed off' mother
who had no idea what to do with you..."
"You spent most of the time in our house.
Do you remember?
We shared everything, even our nighties,
and my Mum..."
"She hated me."
Her long and sleek figure
to the clearing.
I quickly caught up
the bent old tree.
On it's bark
the initials of our names
locked in the scratched and
barely visible love heart.
"They thought we were lesbians,
never allowing any boy
to come between us,"
I whispered quietly.
"What about Jack, who swept you off your feet?
When you found your partner for life,
did you realize how painful it was for me?"
"I was in love,
there was a man
next to me
that wonderful word:
"Didn't take him long
to cheat on you,
just two years after you married him?"
I whispered quietly.
"You have been too naïve. I
remember what I told you then.
Just the two of us again
and little Jack,
how he used to cry for his dad.
How is he now?
He must be old
just like these carved letters..."
She smiled and gently touched the bark
of the dying tree.
"Fly high in your dreams,
but keep your feet on the ground,"
I'll never forget that saying.
Jack is fine,
he gets along famously with Bret."
"Your new husband!
I can't wait to meet him,"
She clasped her hands enthusiastically,
but I shook my head in sudden disapproval.
"You are part of my past, not my present
and I prefer it to stay it that way..."
"But I am your family!
Don't forget that.
Being married to your brother..."
"Who is dead,"
I sighed, confronted with a sudden painful memory.
"He was an alcoholic,
whose fault is that?"
"He loved you!"
"He gave you everything,
until there was nothing more to give..."
"He spent ages daydreaming.
It must run in your family.
He drove me crazy with his selfless love..."
"It is time for me to go.
There is nothing more to be said."
I looked at her
for the last time,
and yet foreign
"This town is your home.
Are you running away again,
leaving me behind?"
I turned around
and her words followed me
down the path
like an endless chain of sorrow and pain.
"Friends and family
are the cornerstones of your life.
I have disappointed you.
But you too,
of breaking my heart"
At the end of the path,
I turned back
to give her one last big smile
Regret can not fix what we have lost
and yet, pity was what I felt
Never part on an angry word,
I repeated to myself
and I then shouted back:
"Keep safe, my friend from the past.
You taught me that I can never have enough disappointment.
You gave me some great story ideas
that should keep me in writing for life."
What we don't understand we fear
"I am somebody who genuinely believes that it is not our differences that are the problem.
It is our inability to accept our differences and celebrate them that lead to terrorist attacks." 13 years old Zaid said to me gravely. He came to the cemetery in a wheelchair, a blue blanket wrapped around his legs, an expression of deep anguish written across his face. He lost his brother and father in the Al-Noor mosque shooting.The service for his dead brother and father was the first of 50 funerals to be held.
A 13-year-old whose pain must be almost too much to bear.Zaid Mustafa was in the Al-Noor mosque last Friday with his father, Khalid, and older brother Hamza.
They died there during Friday prayers, murdered by a suspected white supremacist who targeted them because of their faith. The terrorist was an Australian but not one of us and when I looked into the Zaid's eyes I said sorry for all Australians who can not be here today.
There are thousands of white supremacists around the world and still plenty left in Australia too. The hurt they inflict is much deeper and more dangerous than any of our daily personal heart aches our untrustworthy friends cause us. It is hate with the aim to cause death.
Today I look into Zaid's eyes and I do not even dare to ask: 'What Is the Best Thing to Do If the Person Whom You Have Forgiven Continue to Hurt You?'
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on April 28, 2020:
Thank you Khalidsaeed, I hope so too:) We get much further with goodness and beauty of the heart don't we?
khalidsaeed from hamzatown phes 1 kahna nu lahore pakistan on April 27, 2020:
It's amazing and I enjoyed reading it because you have the best combination of beauty and goodness in it. I hope this style will bring far reaching results.
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on December 26, 2014:
Thank you :)
Mohmed on December 16, 2014:
Kewl you should come up with that. Exleelcnt!
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on December 15, 2014:
Ellie on December 14, 2014:
That's not just the best anserw. It's the bestest answer!
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on December 21, 2013:
thank you my dear grand old lady for stopping by and leaving me such kind comment, all the best:)...B
Mona Sabalones Gonzalez from Philippines on December 20, 2013:
This is a lovely piece. But with friends like that, you don't need enemies. Still, the story is very tenderly told, and I'm glad that in the end the woman decided to establish boundaries.
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on April 11, 2013:
Very sound and well experienced advice, totally aggree,thank you for useful comment and all the best:)...B
omo daddy on April 10, 2013:
This is very lovely. I do agree that one can keep forgiving but you can not forget the hurt. The easy way out is not to try forgetting it. Keep on forgiving every time you remember it. Forgiveness is not an event. It is a process, it takes time. It is also good to stay away from such person (not out of bitterness). It worked for me.
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on March 24, 2013:
Thank you, Lisa, that is such a beautiful comment and I totally agree with you...all the best my new fellow hubber:)...B
Liz Rayen from California on March 24, 2013:
Beata... What a moving and profound poem. It is obvious that you have poured your honest heart into these words. I think we have all been hurt by someone we know in our lifetime. Some more than others, with or without intention, and also by those whom we tend to love the most. I like Rolly's comment and agree and would like to add to it. Forgiveness is the key for everyone, and where society tells you to forgive and forget, I tend to disagree just a little bit.. I believe we should forgive and never forget. Not to torment ourselves or to pay back those who hurt us, but to remember how it felt so that we may never do the same to someone else. Who knows, we may find ourselves in a similar situation and our experience will help us to think before we react. Thank you for sharing your heart and happy to have a new hubber to follow. ---Lisa♥
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on March 22, 2013:
Thank you for your honest comment and greetings to Croatia, my forebearers way back come from there:)
Devika Primić from Dubrovnik, Croatia on March 22, 2013:
It is difficult to handle such situations but if I was hurt by the one whom I had forgiven definitely I would walk away.
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on March 12, 2013:
thank you my fellow hubber for visiting my hubs and voting up, very appreciated:)
Sinclair Miller III from Florida on March 12, 2013:
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on December 28, 2012:
thank you, Latasha from the bottom of my heart, healing to the world and us....
Latasha Woods from USA on December 28, 2012:
This story is a profound lesson in life and relationships. It takes great internal strength to articulate these emotions through a difficult experience. Once doing so, it ushers in great healing of self and inspires others who read it. Thank you for sharing.
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on November 26, 2012:
You are right, Momma Mia, we have to do what is the best for us in the end:) There is no right or wrong and no one formula to suit the each person and the each occassion...we all have to find our own path to forgiveness and beyond....B
Mia from North Carolina on November 26, 2012:
Beautifully written and felt:)
I learned an odd and valuable lesson a few years ago. Forgiveness is always the correct thing for ourselves and others but at times when a certain one feels and knows of my true forgiveness, that person would start the hurt and pain process up again. So I keep my forgiveness between me and God with that person and just continue to be nice but yet not completely allowing my wall down with the person. It has helped me so much to learn.. that sometimes it is truly best just to forgive and not tell :D
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on November 17, 2012:
Thank you, TNSabrina for your point of view, all the best from B
TNSabrina on November 17, 2012:
If someone continued to hurt me, I would walk away. We are to forgive, but forgiveness requires repentance. The Lord forgives our sins only when we repent, wouldn’t the same be expected of those who continually hurt us with no remorse?
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on November 15, 2012:
thank you, my dear fellow hubber for your beautiful and so honestly heartfelt response. It is great to meet so many wonderful people that come to read my words and add their own to the 'pile of our human experiences'...our world is an amazing place and we are all connected in it through this 'marvelous world wide web'....
Marites Mabugat-Simbajon from Toronto, Ontario on November 14, 2012:
Dear Beata, this is beautiful straight from the heart. I love the pictures and the captions you put on each one. I am so touched on the photo of the monkey and the puppy.
The best thing to do for the hurt we continuously receive from someone we have forgiven is to 'stay away from them'. We do stay away, but words travel to us by human means even if we do not want to hear about it. I say, we relax and be cool about it. Show that we are not affected and keep that chin up and smile to the world. One day, they are going to get tired of all their mischief inflicting back at them because they cannot topple us down. One day, they will be on their knees and leave us alone because there is no way they can affect their evilness and bitterness towards us. I have been to counseling about anxiety because of the bad effects bitter people had affected my family life and a job that I so enjoyed. From those few one-on-one sessions with my counselor, I then learned to stand up and become assertive using a positive approach and that there is NOTHING wrong with me. Many times, we just have to deal with people of bad behaviour and of an ugly character; the important thing is that we know how to control ourselves and take it the cool way because we are NOT them.
Beautiful, useful and interesting! I will share this poem in my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/PassionatePoetry. Thank you and have a pleasant day!
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on November 10, 2012:
Thank you, my friend and all the best, I was born in the heart of the Europe, so feel close to your already:)
Funom Theophilus Makama from Europe on November 10, 2012:
Nice piece and I totally agree with sueswan..... Forgiving does not mean, u let them or give them the avenue to continue to hurt you. Forgiveness is letting a prisoner free and to discover the prisoner is you. If you let urself free of the hurt from the person, u can as well distant urself from them. Great piece my friend.
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on November 08, 2012:
Thank you, my fellow hubber for stopping by and leaving so friendly comment, all the best with your hubbing and hopefully will hear from you again:)
H Lax on November 08, 2012:
Excellent poem! I really felt like I was there watching this all take place. It was great how you showed the changes of the environment as well as the changes the people went through. Thanks for sharing.
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on November 07, 2012:
Thank you, Rolly for your honest and beautiful answer, my son has just returned from Canada, where he spent two great months so your country is on my mind right now...he said it is just like Australia, just more green and cooler:) .....hugs from Australia:)
Rolly A Chabot from Alberta Canada on November 07, 2012:
Hi Beata Stasak... what I have learned over the years is yes to forgive and should they still hurt you, speak to them openly and should they continue simply move on in life and not allow them to hurt anymore... very well written and voted up.
Hugs from Canada
Beata Stasak (author) from Western Australia on November 07, 2012:
Thank you Nyamache, you are right, we have to judge the situation and the people and make the best solution we can:) If others hurt us it doesn't mean we have to hurt them back, otherwise we end up on their level...
Joshua Nyamache from Kenya on November 06, 2012: