Write, write, write. It can save your life. You don’t need lessons, just pour out your thoughts and your pain. But only when it is safe to do so.
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“What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?” – William Shakespeare
“Privacy is not something that I’m merely entitled to, it’s an absolute prerequisite. – Marlon Brando
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At what age is privacy a right? a voice silenced
Years ago
I saw a painting
the rolling stone
of damnation
the agony
of the wicked
said to be
eternal
I heard the story
but knew
I had been there
before
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like childhood
the pain – eternal
escape beyond reach
attempts to record –
purged, destroyed
that was before
marriage
from the frying pan
to the inferno
from there it
became worse
he too a victim
his choices were
different
i remained silent
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there is nothing
that can prepare you
for the death of a child
they say the loss of a spouse
comes close
but I was the one to run
from him – yet I
rendered silent
no one – no where
to confide
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decades of pain lodged deep
its daggers
surfacing briefly
clawing at the heart
tearing the eyes
haunting dreams
exorcism futile
until all dreams vanish
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reclamation
can be found even
when we think we
are not looking
with hope discarded
mine came from
pen and paper
slowly, guardedly
at first a cautious
re-introduction
cached from critical eyes
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floodgates ruptured
denial of the past
no longer buried
writing the crucial key
long ago abandoned
confession at ones peril
without the sanctity of
confidentiality
the words are mine
words – sacrosanct
freedom – unconditional
now – with conviction
my words flow free
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bisous,
léa
hard stuff – one has to think about it carefully. let the message settling and riping. finally, it’s true, although several parts seem to be very personal (you’re own experience? ) to me.
You don’t need to answer, Léa. It’s simply a write down of my feelings, when reading the text.
My own but also others.
that is/was my feeling – sad!
But I’ve survived and helped others to find the way as a therapist. In life there is sadness but there is also joy. Today, I have joy.
here’s a saying: when injuries have healed, they leave scars. But, these scars retain! (the meaning is i.e. a scar retaining from a surgery won’t break up, because the skin is thicker than)
Yes. There is another old adage about what doesn’t kill us serves to make us stronger.
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Lea, I will copy this for a friend who very late in life is writing her way to freedom and healing also. She doesn’t have a computers so, though I will share this on face book, I’ll need to print it for her.
You have described the hell and healing so well that I know many will identify with you and be strengthened by knowing that not only are they not alone, they have a beautiful articulate courageous voice speaking what is in their soul for them. God bless you!
Merci beaucoup mon amie!
Eileen, please know I appreciate your kind support and I’ve no doubt your friend does as well. If you like, tell her I am on her side and know she can do it! xx
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Lea gives many silent victims an articulate courageous voice. Bless you, Lea.
This is such a powerful piece Lea, I am quite lost for words, except to say you have a talent for capturing a lifetime of feeling in one poem. Wonderfully written and I am certain your words sI’ll reach out to many. Love xxx
Christine, your ongoing support means so much. I can only say ‘write’ what pours out onto the keyboard. Usually when I write such pieces, there is less viewing, comments… there are things people don’t like to think about. Regardless, if it says something to someone who has been or is on that path, to me it is all I could ask for. Love xxx
Lea, even though this must have been hard to write, its a piece of you thats worth sharing. So many can resonate. You have such a gift.
Kath, you are a dear. Having been a therapist and worked in Child Protection, I am all too aware of how many are out there. However, most don’t want to be reminded we exist and many of the readers just pass it by. Never the less, I shall say it for those who are open. Thank you for your support.
i think that those that had tough times in their lives can help others that go through difficult times. it is wonderful when writing down our experiences and emotions helps both – us and others – for me writing is much of an outlet for my emotions and also to process life with everything it holds…
When the writing was taken away, the thing that saved me was being able to focus on others. They saved me. The writing came back and allowed the healing. I’ve worked with a number of survivors who now write. First and foremost they must be safe to do so. Not everyone is.