“Dead family walking!”
The family was chaotic from day one.
They being an absentee, alcoholic father, and a probably-suffering-from-a-mental-illness mother not understanding love.
A child being cheated out of something before her existence had ever really begun.
So many unusual life lessons played out where mediocrity would flourish.
Determined small steps tested the authorities; she tried where she could.
Her willingness to rise above engaged with her persistently in the aftermath of their lives.
She took control of all in her realm, determined to do what was best.
The past is now safely in the rear-view mirror.
Today promised ever-increasing clarity going forward.
Guest post by Terry Susi
One of the most creative people I know, and love!
You ask for my Darkness
That which devours my soul
But do you have the strength to bare
What hides in this Cold
Of lies that I’ve told
Protecting the truth of what
Feeds here and grows
Would you thrust your own light
Into the Void that is mine
Or try to Retreat
From the Secrets you find
And what if
The Haunted One
Your own light dimmed down by
My monstrous one
What if the Whispers from
My darkest part
Are as knives that pierce through
Your beating heart
Words into Weapons
To rip you apart
You ask for my Darkness yet
The cost is severe
You must give up your Light
What lurks here
Deep scars embedded in our psyche.
We were marred by loved ones we should call traitors.
We feel the need to hide the frayed nerve endings deep inside.
The repeated shocks to our system and sensibilities can make us mute.
But let’s not go quietly.
Our enemies expect silence from us.
But we deserve better than staying restrained.
Not screaming to the rafters calling out their crimes, buys them a better life than they are due.
The one we were owed.
Be strong, be loud and let your wounds heal.