Girl who survived
Went through dark days alone She had lonely times to lived Scared to each her bone Never expected this would come Pray to God each day to survive Take care of her soul in a dark Appreciate each day to be alive
Someone once told me,
I will never be good enough, I am the worst, I ruined them. And I taught myself the other way round. When you wish for an end, Always remember there are people out there faced worst, And they survived. When you wish to give up, Always remember why you started in the first place, And made up your mind. When people stepped on you, Always remember to be strong, And moved on. Yes, You will drown in the midst of darkness, But you will also live in the midst of light. Even for a few seconds. Find and remember that few seconds, And always remember to live for yourself. Because, It's your life you live, Not theirs. That's why it's okay if no one understands.
Here's an ode to make us laugh,
Boomers resilient to the last, Survived high school in the sixties, Where we learnt cookery, Girls did not have *****, Couldn't do woodwork, over it! Instead, made a pudding of suet, Fat, fat, fat, eating to rue it!
Afterwards I started feeling
like I am a human being again. That's what this place did to me it brought back my human in the reflection of the hills, the lakes, the trees, but doing nothing to fade the ink. No one told me that I had been liberated, I had lost my knowledge. So I ran free to find my voice last heard before the years lived with the lasting dead, the years sat with the lasting hunger, but I had everything, I had paradise. So I ran - taking my time to reclaim my body for the hungry, taking my time to reclaim my voice for the silent. I stopped living through and started living slowly. I slept and ate and grew into our new normality, together again alone. Running not marching Breathing not moaning Swimming not dying Living not surviving and my voice lived to tell. This is where I belong - not alone.
For the child holocaust survivors transported to Windermere. I recommend the documentary
Some people like being *******.
Being ******* scarred me. Being ******* unable to stop the torture, was disturbing. Some people will never understand this torture. He said it was the goodbye to our relationship. This was a goodbye no one wants. People thought it was consensual with the marks on my neck. They were wrong this wasn't consensual, it took my self esteem. The ties were broken after that night. When the ties were broken, he didn't like that. He made different media accounts under different names to see me. I'm proud to say I survived the ties but not many do.
What doesn't **** you
Makes you stronger Well the first part isn't true It doesn't **** it conquers It wipes over every thought To the point you think nothing but And with every muscle you fought It wasn't enough to even leave a small cut See this thing takes over Lives and breathes disaster Leaving your arms and leg cover Shutting people out so you speak no answer Pushing family and friends away Going to that dark place Letting your mind decay Needing someone to embrace But in a time when everything was broken I looked up and you was standing there with a smile on my face my heart awoken Healing me like walking Medicare And now 3 years later we are getting married We grew so much together When your close I feel like I'm in a sanctuary Our love for each other is a tether We survived with each other Through the bad and worst times We have watched over one another To make sure we dont cross lines From here it's all uphill Making memories and creating pacts I love you and forever will Nothing can change that