she was young and connected to the beautiful world.
she was indestructible and life was a blooming flower
whose fragrance entranced and held her captive to
every precious moment. she believed all was well in
this vibrant universe of colors, butterflies, sunsets
and music …
and oh how she danced!
the turning point comes. doesn’t it always? I do wonder…
does it come somehow for everyone? slowly…abruptly
yes, I begin to believe it does come for us all. happy to
know the turning point is not always bad. glad to know
there may be more than one turning point in a life.
if you are lucky, it may be a good one…even saving.
she was kidnapped and raped. barely got away with
her life…and I cannot believe she is letting me write this,
as I never really realized…
how well she hid it all away. most of it anyway.
this turning point soured her world. there was great
fear and no trust. there was not much understanding,
in fact incoherency and disbelief overwhelmed her every moment.
she lost all faith in humanity. she never knew
the ugly truth in this world, and hated it’s learning process.
and all the colors she ever knew
faded into shadow…for so long, as she learned to hate.
she never turned back to who she was. sometimes,
things can never change back, completely anyway.
she soon believed and obsessed over monsters.
it took a long time.
and even though ultimately she was saved…
it wasn’t enough …though it became enough for her
so she says …
she learned slowly but surely, some…maybe many
never come back…at all. so…
I suppose she considered herself lucky for that.
she is safe now and she is loved.
she breaks down every now and then
over the oddest things …but perhaps she is entitled.
seasons change and life renews.
a returning sparkle to her eyes this spring
……. a good sign.
we are hopeful.
she wanted me to post this …for others, just in case. I think for her too. and for that, I think she is brave and beautiful.
please know …this is absolutely NOT ABOUT ME.