breaking and mending are the journey
CW: child physical abuse, adult domestic violence I have heard people criticize victims of abuse because they didn't report the abuser to their school counselor or teacher, because they didn't ask for help, because they didn't tell their doctor or call the police. I have heard people criticize different Dugger women for standing by their... Continue Reading →
The intent of caring for and protecting the Other has largely disappeared and it has been replaced with the dehumanization and arrogance that says that my disability, my illness, my life don't matter as long as you get your life back to the way you want it.
I smiled as the glass shards were thrown in my back and I silently wept as everyone dreamed soundly. Cruel words were hurled at me as his bottle emptied and I brushed them off to no avail. He stole the joy, hope and innocence I once had and replaced it with the emptiness he bore.
maybe you’re right and it never was about a lack of desire to stay maybe it just happened that we met at the wrong timeeven so…i grieve the loss of a love i never tasted because of timing
A man defended rapists saying it was unfair for them to face social consequences outside of the law.
This post is in response to what a blog follower felt in response to a poem GwenAnn wrote called "nothing left" but it goes out to the friends and family members who see someone they care about being abused... Abuse is far too complex an issue to address in a few minutes but there are... Continue Reading →
goodnight he whispered at the moon drifting slowly across his sky as if he’d been speaking to her it didn’t matter that she would not hear him as he woke in his day and she faded into her night alone he thought tenderly of her © Gwendolyn Raczkowski, 2017-2022, All Rights Reserved. ⁂ Follow the link below for more #poetry, #prose, and #philosophicalmusings from The Kintsukuroi Life.
i spent every ounce of energy and feelingevery hope and dream and prayerkeeping myself together with himtrying to be enough for himthin enoughfit enoughquiet enoughperfect enough excusing every horror he threw at meuntil there was nothing left of me ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Free verse, the muses Inspired by Promptarium.
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