And now when I pick up my pen, it is heavy, but it is firm. I - TopicsExpress



          

And now when I pick up my pen, it is heavy, but it is firm. I lean into it like a staff as I tread the ground that hardened beneath me the moment I let. you. go. The ink smudges my hands like war paint. I am bruised from battle But I am not a casualty of his war. I am free. I am free. I am mine. This.... moved me in such a powerful way because it speaks of a tumultuous past Ive overcome. Abuse is not always physical; the blows are just as lethal when dealt out verbally and through utter disrespect and disregard for you as an equal human being. It is so true how she speaks of the way we chain ourselves to the misery of less than we deserve by desperately savoring the moments that are sweet because nothing tastes as sweet as hope. From someone who has overcome and knows I am mine, I can tell you that redemption, independence, and empowerment taste like a glory youve never known even though the road to them might be rocky as f*ck. You will never find your bliss and peace until you REALIZE and OWN your worth. I know there are those of you out there suffering behind the scenes, because I used to be one. I believe in you...youll overcome. Im here praying and urging it will be sooner than later though...today would be good.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Jun 2014 13:27:55 +0000

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