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awareness, child abuse, communication, healing, hurt, metaphor, pain, peace, poem, poetry, self-knowledge, therapy
Are secrets really secrets? How long can a secret remain a secret? Doesn’t everything come to light at some point?
Secrets
Long before I knew my mind, you took away my right to know my mind, and in so doing took the very essence of me, that part of me which struggles now to know who I am; the real me. You came and with your honeyed words drew me into a maelstrom of deceit. I felt confused, but could not fight you because you were bigger than me in every sense of the word. Physically, you were bigger. Mentally you were bigger. Emotionally you were bigger. You were simply too big for me and I was too small. What did you see that day you came to me, smiling, with evil in your heart, evil on your mind, evil guiding your hands?
You believed your secret was safe with me. But you could not be more wrong. Oh how you gloried in your misdeeds and how you luxuriated in the wrongs of someone with a secret. You laughed mockingly at the small soul who kept your secret safe within her heart, never fearing that she could one day part with the sorrow that secret held for her. That secret which tore her dreams to shreds, prevented the seeds of miracles to unfold. The secret which stopped her from being bold and taking hold of all that was rightfully hers.
Ah but time has passed and with that passing has come the desire to cast aside the mire in which she passed her time, for she could not call it living. It was a poor substitute. The secret explodes and each dirty shard is tossed into the air, it is there for all to see. You seek to deny it, you question the reliability and demand evidence to support the claim. Surely you are not the one to blame?
Your secret was not safe with me.
~MEW
An eloquent and moving expression of the experience — and courage — of abuse victims. Yes, yes! A thousand times yes! Let the secret out, its dirty shards exploding into the air. Surely, they have done enough internal damage.
That precious little child in the photo has been silent long enough. She deserves to retake her life.
Much love,
A. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Dearest Anna thank you for your support and your kind and encouraging words. I hope my message resonates with all abuse victims and they in turn retake their lives. M xxx
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This is beautifully written and I can empathise deeply with the burden of secrets that are heavy and take away one’s spontaneity and lightness. But your words scream of a strength and courage that has overcome trauma. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you so much. I hope all of us who have suffered in this way are able to take strength and courage from this, and know that they are able to overcome. The irony of this is that this so-called “secret” is “gift-wrapped” abuse. Once unwrapped, you see it for what it is – poison!
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Dear Marie.
A very honest answer. How we do need to be a trustworthy keeper of secrets. It is better than gold.
Thanks,
Gary
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Thank you Gary. We do need to be trustworthy about keeping secrets, but the type of secret I am talking about relates to abuse which should never be kept as a secret. That sort of “secret” is destructive and harmful and needs to be exposed.
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Amen, Marie! ⭐
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Thank you Susanne. Your comment is much appreciated!
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Marie, I would like to say just two things, if I may: Firstly, that you are a gifted writer; your words are eloquently measured and evocative – here, of something so very deeply painful, I am sad to learn. Somewhat horrifically, yours is not an altogether uncommon experience. Secondly, I would like to offer you just a thought of loving kindness from across the waters here in England. It is my belief that such thoughts find their mark at some point, and I offer that which I do in total sincerity.
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Hariod, you are most welcome to say just two things. If you care to say more at any point, that’s acceptable too. I humbly accept your wonderful compliment regarding my writing skills, and must say since yesterday that I have been basking in the afterglow and the afterglow of the afterglow. Secondly, thank you so much for your evident compassion and I most warmly embrace your thought of loving kindness. I’m not sure if somehow I’ve given the impression that I’m not here in England, but I certainly am! Once again, can I reiterate that I love your writing style. It is very genteel. I admire the way you use a thousand words when maybe just a few will do. I hope you’re not offended by this, because it is a great compliment coming from me. By the way, I have been trying “contemplation” over the last day or two. I’m hoping I’ll master it soon.
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So this was revenge for taking your mind? Very cunning
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I’m not sure what you are saying here. are you saying that as a result of what happened to me, my creativity has extended to writing poetry? Or are you saying that I am taking revenge by blogging about it? Not sure if you are saying that I am dealing with the situation in a clever way or I am a revengeful person. I have every right to be of course, but I choose not to.
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Sigh* that’s why interpretation via text or email is so misleading. Lol. I mean revenge due to the fact that your mind was stolen by him. He took something away and misled you. So in the end, you won by revealing his secret. Revenge by the character in the story, not the person who wrote it.
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