You are the acid rain,
eating at my soul,
through the umbrella you handed me,
when I left the house this morning.
Pieces disintegrating onto my shoulders,
falling beneath my footsteps,
as I brush them off,
burning my feet,
as I proceed forward
into the future.
Because I am running late,
and cannot afford to turn around,
so that you can hand me another umbrella,
and send me on my way,
as you wish me well.
~ Lillian B.
Until we meet again!…
“Survivors of any and all abuse become very good at anticipating mood of others, looks, actions, all of it in an effort to survive. Believing that if we can be agreeable, be compliant and loving, do things how they want, that we will be safe. This becomes our way of life.”
~ Darlene Ouimet
No child (or person) should ever have to live like this.
As I know from personal experience, children, without knowing any better, are extremely vulnerable to manipulation, abuse and trauma, especially that which occurs within the household/immediate family unit. Their mold-able, young minds inherently trust those around them who make them feel ‘safe and loved’. Little do they know, their worst nightmare sleeps under the same roof in the adjacent room.
Those that are fortunate enough to survive such horrors end up scarred, confused and damaged.
The situations and circumstances that made me into a survivor are nothing that I’d wish on my worst enemy. I am not ashamed of what happened to me, nor am I proud. Survival should be a skill voluntarily chosen, not a required way of life.
Miles To Go Before I Sleep... 