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Posted by Daisym on May 2, 2007, at 2:06:19
Stolen tomorrows
You creep in and take
the very air from my lungs
...now it's no longer safe, to just breathe in and out.You watch me and wait
for the secret time you need
....now I'm stalked by shadows, afraid of the night.You come close and whisper
foul things in my ear
...now all I can hear, are my own silenced screamsYou hold me and hurt
my small body with yours
...now I'm split into pieces, broken beyond repairYou came and you stole
my tomorrows, my joy
...now I'm just shattered, unable to hope....unable to cope.
...now I'm...what?
Posted by susan47 on May 2, 2007, at 19:27:11
In reply to Stolen Tomorrows, posted by Daisym on May 2, 2007, at 2:06:19
Wow.
Posted by sleepygirl on May 2, 2007, at 23:39:04
In reply to Re: Stolen Tomorrows » Daisym, posted by susan47 on May 2, 2007, at 19:27:11
> Wow.
that was my thought too
Posted by susan47 on May 3, 2007, at 0:10:06
In reply to Stolen Tomorrows, posted by Daisym on May 2, 2007, at 2:06:19
Now you're angry and you have a right to hurt him back.
Hurt him back; I hope it's not too late. Make sure he knows where it's coming from, make sure he knows how ugly he was, make sure he's sorry.
Shatter him back, shatther, shatt-her, sh*t her .. the bugger, the little filthy bugger sh*t her and now she gets to shatter him back ... men can be such angry bullies. They hurt us, they bruise, twist and tie and give us scars ... and why? What for? WHAT FOR, wherefore, where for the grace of God go I. Thank god I am a woman.
Posted by Daisym on May 3, 2007, at 0:52:10
In reply to Re: Stolen Tomorrows » Daisym, posted by susan47 on May 3, 2007, at 0:10:06
It is too late to hurt anyone back. The damage is done and they don't make bandages large enough. yes, I am angry. But more, I am destroyed.
But not all men hurt. I have three amazing boys and they are good and decent people. Hold onto this - I do. I try to not globalize my hurt in a way that encompasses those who are only trying to help.
Your anger is chilling. I'm sorry you know this place so well.
Posted by susan47 on May 3, 2007, at 0:58:51
In reply to Re: Stolen Tomorrows, posted by Daisym on May 3, 2007, at 0:52:10
Wow. Chilling, my anger. Chilling anger .. no, I'm not really angry. I just remember feelings. I don't necessarily feel them the same way anymore .. not at all. Good memory. Actually, I have had very positive experiences at work and at home, of late, with men. Yes. On the whole.
The fact is that there are bullies everywhere and through my previous line of work I heard way too much of what you describe, and I heard it from little children and from adults. Mostly adults are the most explicit in their remembering, because they know the names for everything, and the terms, and they have real-life adult experience to compare it to. But the factual recounting from small children is something else .. all you can think about is how very brave these little people are.
Posted by All Done on May 3, 2007, at 1:12:34
In reply to Stolen Tomorrows, posted by Daisym on May 2, 2007, at 2:06:19
(((((Daisy))))),
Your writing is amazing. It comes from such a painful place, though. One that I wish didn't exist, but I'm glad you're able to share your feelings because I want to have hope for you. I do have hope for you...for your tomorrow.
The broken pieces can be put back together. You might look a little different, but think about a mosaic table top. All the pieces are broken individually but are put together to create something new. Something beautiful. I know that can be you. I already see the beauty in the pieces and parts of you.
Be kind to yourself.
Love,
Laurie
Posted by WorryGirl on May 7, 2007, at 20:49:33
In reply to Stolen Tomorrows, posted by Daisym on May 2, 2007, at 2:06:19
That is beautiful writing...
Posted by muffled on May 29, 2007, at 23:04:48
In reply to Re: Stolen Tomorrows, posted by Daisym on May 3, 2007, at 0:52:10
> It is too late to hurt anyone back. The damage is done and they don't make bandages large enough. yes, I am angry. But more, I am destroyed.
**Daisy, only part of you is destroyed. Some of you is OK. The little daisy that played with water and looked at bugs and stuff, she had moments that were OK. There were moments that were OK weren't there? These are the hope. The little Daisy that kept going, kept seeing the good things, despite all.
There's a little daisy thats destroyed, but maybe you can let her be with Jesus and he can take care of her? Imagine Him sitting with her, and giving her His peace. Not touching, but if she wants to , she can lean against Him, and He will NEVER reach to her unless He KNOWS its OK. She can be safe with Him. She can unshriveell and be like a pretty flower again.
But not all Daisy is destroyed. Daisy can feel love. Daisy can give love to her children. Daisy is special and important.
This is what I say.
I say nothing bout me. This is bout little Daisy. She be OK with Jesus.
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