…her brutal truths and long silences which she would wield as weaponry, had been ground down, curved softly into conscious wisdom.
I painted the waves with the pen of my memories..
I ascended slightly. I wanted to feel the pain of the full wind coming at me. I wanted to test the strength which I knew I had and therefore, was no test at all.
Under make-up and skin; beside the jewelry and clothes; this is what I am. This is my truth…
“You. You are light…I am, oddly now, dark..”
A woman, owning country land? Paying taxes? Being ok? Divorced? Yes. Yes to all, yes.
I have a survivor story to share with you, but I have not really done so with a full head of steam. Any less an effort is not my best. I am absolutely scared to evolve…of breaking the thread between the past and the now. Yet, I must.