breaking and mending are the journey
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 →
It was early 2020 when it started. Everyone in the world held their breath as an unknown danger spread across the globe. That is when the isolation began, and the earth shattering silence of the deep and dark... But unlike most of the rest of the world, my isolation wasn't because of the pandemic, it... Continue Reading →
This piece has been a personal favorite of mine for more than 20 years. Browning's Sonnets From the Portuguese were written over time while the man who would become her husband slowly wooed her and won her heart. I love how in the early Sonnets she uses all the poetic elements and figurative language popular... Continue Reading →
Coffee should be as black as hell, as strong as death, and as sweet as love. Turkish proverb Coffee, that elixir of life, that magic bean juice which brings the dead back to life each day. Enjoyed the world over for its richness and flavor, there's something about it that tea - much as I... Continue Reading →
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.
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.
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