July 14th, 2006

Some old poetry

I don't think this is triggering to anyone, I found it while looking through my journal, its from about a year ago- I'm glad I'm in a better place now...

For once I will let my soul speak. I never do this as once the soul is uncovered it is open for all types of wounds. Can I trust you with my soul?

The little girl is just standing there in the cold rain, hair plastered to her head, tears mingling with the raindrops so no one can see that she is crying. She is bruised, battered and full of welts from the beatings given by others who were supposed to love her. She drops to her knees in the street. People walk by and don't even notice her. She is holding an egg, my soul, in her hands. She cradled it for years, protected it from all the blows but she can't protect it anymore. She opens her hand and fingers. The egg rolls out onto the street and gets crushed by all those who have hurt her.
Mother, Aunt, Cousins, Father, now daughter. The little girl just stands there in the rain, empty, void of all emotion other than such a deep sadness that there are no more tears to shed. She drops to her knees in the rain.

That little girl is me, kneeling in the rain, empty of all but sadness. Looking up to the night sky, wondering what comes next.
Just Listen

I'm doing it to.

Who else is participating in Blogathon 2006?

I am and my charity is RAINN the Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network. So if you aren't participating, and you have a few extra dollars lying around you might consider Sponsoring Me. I would be honored if you did.

And if you can't you can always hang around the eljay and keep my company on the 29th, as I blog every half hour for 24 hours. (Sans sleep)


All proceeds go to RAINN an organization that helps survivors of rape, abuse, and incest get their voices back. RAINN helps set up counseling services and raise awareness. And otherwise fights for Women's Rights. You know you want to help now. 

X-posted to personal journal.