I am a poetess a prowess, a lioness ripping through emotions a shark in an ocean of sadness and incapable expression.
Let's Breathe Together
As I have lived my own survivorship and spent the last few years deeply connecting with trauma survivors, I see three distinct phases of the journey. Victim | Survivor | Thriver (and for some, Advocacy/Warriorship) I think one of the most difficult breaks in the healing process is moving from the victim to survivor state. … Continue reading Victim To Survivor To Thriver: You Will Do It!
My gold is woven in possibilities and endless patterns of emerging change.
I have always been a wanderer, a traveler, even at times, a runner, from situations I couldn't handle.
If my mother were alive, and you were to ask her if she allowed her children to be abused or if she abused her children, her answer would most likely be (with Bible in hand), "Absolutely NOT!" She would then most likely go on to tell you what difficult children my siblings and I were … Continue reading Child Abusers Rarely Take Ownership of Their Crimes
Once a Victim Now a Survivor Award I'm really honored to be payed forward the "Once a Victim Now a Survivor Award". Thank you so much, Darque Thoughts I appreciate everyone who takes the time to read my emotional vomiting. If one reader feels less alone, then all the retching is worth it. Thank you … Continue reading I Received a Beautiful Award!
So much to say, Once held back By attacks I Retrace my tracks As silently they Watch and wait. It won't dissipate. Fear is an illusion. I invite these intrusions To include truth Even if it hurts you. Surgery is painful To the human skin. Ignoring the wound We can rot from within, Until we … Continue reading Kaleidoscope
This was not an easy photo for me to do this morning. I cried. It hurt to take. I was swept back to being a five year old child, mouth taped so often to train me to be silent, just like this, except it was white packing tape, so even more humiliating as I couldn't … Continue reading Broken Until Spoken
"The sadists come like lightening bolts, Sila!" Madge exclaims, a warning glistening from her eyes. "Shut the fuck up, Madge." Maude orders. "Leave her alone." But Sila knows. They are like lightening bolts, and they will flood her with their electricity, then leave her depleted. They will strip her skin, extract her emotions and bottle her … Continue reading The Sadists Come Like Lightening Bolts