My new ACEO born out of healing is entitled "I Do Not Cherish the Pain", and it can be found newly listed
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Abuse is NEVER OK
Whether it is physical, emotional, or psychological, you do not have to be on the floor bleeding to be abused. Too many people make excuses... they say "well, it's not like I'm on a Lifetime movie. He doesn't beat me THAT badly..." or, worse yet, they feel it is their fault.
My new ACEO born out of healing is entitled "I Do Not Cherish the Pain", and it can be found newly listedhere.
My new ACEO born out of healing is entitled "I Do Not Cherish the Pain", and it can be found newly listed
Monday, April 19, 2010
We spent our last days perusing the library stacks-
filling the void with inconsequential books,
an escape of the mind, a way to hide the heart.
If I had known as a little girl
(all skinned knees and climbing trees)
that love only lasts for two years,
I likely wouldn't have bothered. But,
you came rolling by me on your Heeley's;
offering security, devotion, and forever
in your eyes, and I, awakening from solidarity,
fell head first into your open arms, needing your love
more than I ever thought I could.
And now here we stand, on the cusp of good-bye...
devoid of the joy of growing old together.
There is no more "together".
It was a dream that I once had, a fantasy
of trust, of eternity... waking up is the
most palpable of pains to digest.
filling the void with inconsequential books,
an escape of the mind, a way to hide the heart.
If I had known as a little girl
(all skinned knees and climbing trees)
that love only lasts for two years,
I likely wouldn't have bothered. But,
you came rolling by me on your Heeley's;
offering security, devotion, and forever
in your eyes, and I, awakening from solidarity,
fell head first into your open arms, needing your love
more than I ever thought I could.
And now here we stand, on the cusp of good-bye...
devoid of the joy of growing old together.
There is no more "together".
It was a dream that I once had, a fantasy
of trust, of eternity... waking up is the
most palpable of pains to digest.
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