I have words to speak, but my tongue is
still numb from the flavour of your lies.
I have a truth to tell, but i’m not sure
whether to swallow it.
Keep it buried where it’s
always belonged.
Who I really am, living in my
stomach,
making a home behind my ribcage,
stifling my wings.
I have a decade of stories, bursting behind
swollen lips and flustered cheeks, shame
carried in my face.
I want to find my voice, but I think it got
buried beneath yours in my throat and I
can’t remember what I sound like.
Deeply powerful! Are you going to post it on Blood Into Ink as well or would like me too?
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Thank you so much š
I would be really grateful if you could please Christine.. š
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It is scheduled to post at noon EST (6 pm your time?)
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Thank you! š š
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Very touching, you’d realized that what you’d experienced wasn’t love, but instead, it was, abuse, now, all you have to do, is to voice it all out in any expressive forms (writing, speaking up and out about it), and, after all of that badness gets out of you, then, you will, finally, begin, to heal, but, confrontation with the person who’d abused you will always hurt more than you will EVER be able to imagine it, and, there’s, NO way you’ll EVER be fully prepared, for how bad it will, hurt, but the thing about this final attempt to make the person see what s/he did to you was wrong, is that after that, you’ll be, ready, to start healing, and, you will, heal…
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Reblogged this on living in stigma and commented:
I’m proud that you are voicing your words now.
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Thank you š
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Iām so proud you voiced your words now. Beautiful poetry. š
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Thank you so much š
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Powerful words.. really stunning..
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Thank you so much š
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