(I’m really thankful for this series.
What started out as an idea, is now, these stories and all of this art and these women. It’s voices and it’s life…it’s being seen and being heard.
And I thank every single person that has helped me put this together.
Talks with Women#1
I’ve been broken
Intentionally and unintentionally deconstructed reduced
With flying words and accusations
humiliated and devalued
Raped and then left alone
And I stood up… and I stayed
Storing all these horrible things inside my vessel
Cracks appear from the weight held inside
And all at once I begin to spill
Eking through the weak thin places
Desperately I try to gather myself
Clawing at my skull
Prostrated on the floor
Am I nothing?
The answer is NO
How easily we can choose to build one another up
A kind word spoken into darkness
Echoes and begins to resonate
I am here
Someone sees me
Someone hears me
Someone feels my pain
The vibration it sends out awakens a lost sense of self
A spark of light in the dark becomes a raging fire
It burns away the old and rejuvenates the seeds left there by the ones who did love us
I dance in the flames of my rebirth
Watch me playfully flicker and dance
The world opens up and exposes its once hidden resources
Openly sharing it’s wealth and warmth
When love is present there is no fear
I am new. I am loved. I am love.