Don't Ask, Don't Tell
Don't ask me to forgive
if it never happened to you!
Don't tell me let it go
when I wake up and cry!
if it never happened to you!
Don't tell me let it go
when I wake up and cry!
Don't ask me to forgive
when it's fresh in my mind;
You just don't see my shame
and that I've wanted to die.
It wasn't you who was hurt
and left broken and bleeding.
And it isn't you who even
now feels the pain!
It isn't you who is visited
every time you fall asleep;
to be plagued by nightmares
again and again!
It isn't you who has
doubts and misgivings!
It isn't you who still
is fighting these fears!
It isn't you who feels
dirtied and soiled!
And it isn't you who
weeps sad shameful tears!
Don't minimize my hurt
nor the pain of my sisters,
or ignore the pain of
my brothers as well!
Don't ask me to forgive when
you live in your peace,
and don't reside
in this, my private hell!
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There is nothing
There is nothing I know to say in response to this.
Just know that we love you.
Carla Ann
what can I say?
It seems to me like only half of human communication is about conveying ideas. Sage advice, suggestions, homilies-
the intentions are good but sometimes this isn't what's needed or asked for. The other half of these noises we make is
basically the same sorts of sounds that apes and other mammals make. Hostile noises, friendly noises, let's play noises, etc.
If you could hear me it would sound like that soft whining Lassie does when Timmy falls down the well. ("Laika, go get help..." WOOF!)
Sometimes noises escape us that we'd prefer not to have to make. Awful cries and screams in response to violation and injury.
As human males we might have learned that this is a wrong thing to do, but it is good + necessary and has a real purpose.
Especially in tandem with noises of sympathy and support from other critters, it can help us work through stuff,
find our way through to a place where we can howl joyously at the moon together. I'm here for you Drea
because as you've demonstrated so often & so wonderfully, I know you're here for me...
~~love you always absolutely, Laika
Well shit, I guess it really CAN happen here..,
.
You may...
...be overestimating the amount of actual, real content in most of human communication. ^^;
*hugs!* milaja, and well-written as always.
-Liz
-Liz
Successor to the LToC
Formerly known as "momonoimoto"
Heart of My Own Heart
Il cuore del mio proprio cuore,
Questo ho letto sbalordito. Ieri sera ho provato di dire il mio altro Significativo dei miei propri incubi. Non dire, non ci è gli altri di maniera possono sapere il suo cuore rotto.
Lei ha saputo che lei fa vede il mio proprio inferno? L'amo, lei mi fa sente c'è la speranza, ed una maniera fuori.
My very dearest, sorella dulce, How can you write so purely? How can you expose your heart for all to see? At least here some will understand. I cannot believe how quickly you have made a place in my heart and how you've shown me there is hope. And thank you for showing forgiveness does not have to be given
Bettina
Wow...
Just wow! Andrea, would it be okay if I gave this to the gals to do the annual Take Back the Night rally here at Bowling Green State University?
Yes you may....
....I wrote this in response to some very well meaning but very ignorant words from some folks, to 'drea here, and to my male self in real life from relatives. It hurts that some folks are just ignorant when it comes to dealing with this horror. Between the girls and guys that I know here and members of my wife's and my family, I'm sad to say I know too many people...one would be too many...who have dealt with this pain and still do, even after years, with much help and a decision to move forward and heal. The hurt doesn't go away, and for some of us, it still besets us on a daily basis. All my prayers for you and you efforts at the rally. Please let me know how it was received.
She was born for all the wrong reasons but grew up for all the right ones.
Possa Dio riccamente vi benedica, tutto il mio amore, Andrea
Love, Andrea Lena
See????
Hey sis...it truly is beyond words and definately captures the feelings.
You lil' Bratty sister
Wow
I love it, and it is so applicable to so many. Thank you for sharing this heart giving feeling. My dad keeps telling me that I do not have to worry about it now that the family knows what happened ... he told me to move on and forget about the abuses. "How daddy? It is such a part of my life, everything I do centers around not trusting my own family as my family was the abuser and shut me down. How do I move on? It shaped me, defined me, forced me to live a lie for so long." He looked embarrassed at least, and we have never talked about it again.
I love your poetry.
Kendra
I dont know if it helps,
but you are not the only one hun. I have been there too.
your own hell
as you know, we share some of those experiences. I feel the pain in your writing, and wish i could wave a wand and take it away.
"Treat everyone you meet as though they had a sign on them that said "Fragile, under construction"
dorothycolleen