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Wow Russ not good timing to be reading thisAs a woman who has been molested raped & drugged to ALMOST prostituionI live a resonalbly paceful life now but my journey here has been a long one.I wrote many poems about this but have since taken them off.I have a strong spirit l can & have forgiven many things We need to soak in our purpose we need to pass on our strength & warmth the best we canTo put it on paper is the first step to healing XXXXXXXX
I just finished writing a journal entry a minute ago. I would suggest not reading the other two poems of mine I mention in the entry if it’ll be too much… Don’t know if I’ll change these to “private” entries, or what yet. I just hope my mind’s in a better place tomorrow now that I’ve gotten a lot of it off my chest [again]. Some of my dear friends that I cared about had to endure so much until the end…
Having those care about our pain must only wish for a fuller softer existance on the spritual side.For those who have passed it helps their wings grow big enough for you to some day feel. Last week l lost my mum to cancer mental illness & suicide l have been on such a healing journey & l only hope you have just begun yours by writing it down & getting it out. l cannot say l truly believe in a God but i do believe in spirits & angels l have to or my journey becomes too foggy XXXXXXXXX
If you look at my profile…you’ll see that the next entry from the top (which is THIS entry) is titled Through the Vents. I think this poem somehow “triggered” my mood today in some strange way. It mentions how the person I’m talking about grows her wings while remaining grounded as a person. I think you’d really like reading that poem after reading this one :)
I’m not really the “religious” type, either…but DO believe in some kind of [what I like to call] “Higher Collective Force”, whole-heartedly. I claim to have no knowledge how it all operates…or of how all the magic of the collection of all the small miracles happens everyday. Just that there IS; and that it DOES, y’now.
As for the friends of mine who lost their lives…I can only hope they’re somehow part of that Collective Force…as the ones still alive continue their journey of figuratively “growing their wings”.
She is in a better place and no longer suffers…Hugs:)
Aw, thanks! I hope you’re right. Hugs back atcha
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