I am no longer a rape victim. I have not simply survived. I have recovered and thrived and X marks the spot where I reclaim the power that was given away, where I get to build my life, just as I want it.
Forgiveness is for the forgiver more than it is for the one being forgiven, because you’re the one who carries the weight of the hurt and the anger. You’re the one who is eaten up by it. You’re the one who remains a victim, and the one left feeling powerless and helpless.
Sometimes, you just have to burn it down. You have to find your flame, burn it all down, and rise up out of the ashes. You won’t be the same, you will be changed, but your weapons will be powerful. Made of sweat, dirt, tears, anger, compassion for yourself, and new knowledge about the life ...
We need people who crave action and engagement, and people who crave solitude and contemplation. There is honor and dignity in both. There is so much we can learn from each other. So if I tell you to forgive me for only having words to offer you in times of grief, if I only have a poem to give ...
Kindness and compassion ran to our arms.
When we thought before we did not deserve the journey,
An inner voice kindly whispered,
“Go! Run and grab the opportunity to start over
and forgive yourself again.”
Things and people were removed from her life so she could find her source, her freedom, her true loves. She was scalped of all things familiar and close to her. These things were removed as if burned in that home while she watched and couldn’t do anything about it -- only watch. Watch as the ...
I’m not sure my relationship with J was simply about healing my big bad daddy wound, but I am certainly closer to my innocence than I was before we met.
Unclench the fists you hold so tight, and forgive yourself for that silly mistake in the past that has long forgotten you. Deep breath, chin up, eyes forward. It’s time to move on. It’s time to let go.