three layers of pain…
the abuse
her denial of the cruelty
society’s expectation of forgiveness
three levels of invalidation
a child struggling
thru the experiences
trying to rise to adulthood
an adult suffering
deep-held self-loathing
destructive behavior
more to overcome
a lifetime to heal
raw old wounds
blood let a minimum
sutured just so
never feeling
quite whole
it’s hard leaving
the ugly inside
I relate
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Awesome post, Susi!! Dealing with the scars and torments of the past can be tough to cope with or get past. Reminds me of Willie’s song – Forgiving you was easy, but forgetting seems to be the hardest thing to do!!
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Yes, they can. But every piece written makes it easier. 🙂 Appreciate your comments, Chuck! ❤
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I think you are right about writing making it easier! I think time helps a bit too. I know I had very bad feelings about my Stepmother when I was a kid/teenager but looking back now I can see myself then a little clearer and have softened my view to the point where I know I probably deserved the responses I got!!
xoxo
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Oh, definitely we get a bit of perspective as we age but atrocities committed against vulnerable children are something I won’t soften on. They are never a child’s fault.
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Unfortunately, true, Susi!
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Thanks, Eugenia.
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Very true! ❤
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That’s the thing about cleaning yourself from the inside… it’s never too late! Sometimes inner beauty gets clouded and all you need to do it wipe away the dust!
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Agreed!
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Very powerful.
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re welcome 😉
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