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YOU HEARD ME THE FIRST TIME
The women at church said I was strong. I let them. It saved us all a conversation. I had learned to speak of suffering once I could put an ending on it. God was faithful. Something good came of it… We could move onto coffee. But there were things I still could not say in…
He Didn’t Take Everything…Out of silence. Into my own voice.
Here, in the cold light, I am flesh and bone, bruised from the inside out, but still standing. I find myself tracing back, not the soft lullabies or the steady hands of protection, but the roughness of touch that was never meant to be mine. They told me to keep quiet, that I should pretend…
Alive, With Nobody Left to Go Home To
There are the loved and the unloved. We grow up and become difficult to tell apart. The unloved learn the manners of belonging. We bring wine. Remember birthdays. Know when to laugh. Inside us, a child keeps watch with the solemn incompetence of children entrusted with their own survival. Everything passes through that child. A…
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