Glass Swept Under the Rug

This is your book in the making my friend. How detailed your memory. How ingrained those thoughts and visions. You are correct no get it out or whatever it takes, for one to tell you to let it go is a cop out for them. Only you know, Only you feel what you feel and no one can tell you any differently. As I sat here and read this one I felt and saw all the pains of a young woman living through a nightmare, but only it was not a nightmare it was real as real as your words portrayed here. I only want to say I am happy for you to have dealt with this, which was him and to be able to write about it and experience, maybe a release as the words flow through your pen may be the best medication one can give themselves. I really do believe you would be a wonderful mentor for all the young woman and old alike who have had to go through the domestic violence and abuse theirselves and to see their own Mother have to go through it. Compelling write here gal and I commend you on it for it speaks volumes and rains of tears too. Love and Peace to you friend Mona xxoxoxo

that he can't hurt you anymore, unless you let him. He's gone and bringing him back in memory is letting him win. Letting him get away with it. Get him out of your system and keep going. He can't keep going, unless you let him. He will lose, if you make him. You can win, if you let yourself love, let yourself know peace and happiness, but with him in your head and your heart, you can never know that peace or relearn love. I could read every poem you've ever written about the atrocities you've suffered, and I still wouldn't know the pain you've felt. But I know in my heart that you can overcome. You were not put on this earth to suffer all of your days. You were put here to thrive, to know joy and to extend a loving, understanding heart to those who've suffered like you. You are not broken. You are not a mistake. You are not a problem to be fixed or a sin to punished. You are beautiful. You are a miracle and a gift from God to the world. *big hug* 1.9: "screeches" --> 'screech' Kelsey

I know the song you speak of Katie, I can see it inspired alot of feelings and such, not such a thing to intrude on with opinionated suggestions. So I will say as usual your naritive poetry has taught me something, about poetry and you and that is great. I loved every line but my favoritew where. Mother is the strength I had that you never knew your hands around her neck look of innocence when the cops would show they never did a thing he was your drinking buddy anyways didn’t care about the blood stains on the floor remains of the war from the night before there was no shelter there was no being saved there was just pain Thank you so much for sharing this with us and being here at Neo, you make it a better place to be sis. Love ya bunchs, Julie D.D.

this is a powerful poem my freinds loves their stories I remember the nights waking up living with the day to days you have written this superbly the clarity here unflinching Esker~

To those who say forget:BULLSHIT!! but by forgiving ,you will remove all power he has over you.not saying you should ever even see the monster again or even communicate with it.best wishes.........scribbler

If one has been in an abusive relationship only that person can do for themselves what no one else can do. You can never forget about any of it, ever, and I am speaking of my own experiences here not only of this poem which was written exemplary. The only way I could let go and live was yes to find forgiveness to the person or person's who brang me, such grief in my life and those around me. It was horrible for me too. I do think that is what Scribe intended as forgetting something as horrible as domestic violence, child abuse, rape, mental abuse, is a very hard thing to do. You can not push this away, it has to be processed through. And then disposed of yes. When one does block it out it can (and will) resurface again. Trust me it happened to me, more than ocne and then as I was able to process it later on in life, I dealt with it much better. That goes for the adults in my life also. As life is never a bowl of cherries for everyone. Some children do go through no pain and anxiety of the abuse of a mother or father, husband or wife, son or daughter, for that matter any relationship can be abusive. For those that have had to go through it I am sure they know just what I am saying here. Everyone's situation is different and all interpret it differently. I think it is great for our Morgana to express her feelings this way and know that she is definetly not alone in this world or in Neopoet with what she went through in her tender years. She just happened to be brave and write about something personal so I totally understand her write from maybe a different perspective then others. Someday I will also write my story and then hopefully others will understand and connect the same way I did when I read this. I say yes to love and live now also for tomorrow is gone and the next best thing is tomorrow again. I hope more people do become advocates in their local communities to bring this out to the front as many years ago it was a hush, hush, we don't talk about it and NOW we do talk about it. There are no more skeletons in the closet anymore as all people come forth sooner or later. The sooner the better for sure. I work with many young children and adults, all genders, race, nationalities, ethnic backgrounds, with this domestic violence, rape and mistreatment of the elderly and the very young. It is not an easy job to hear and see what I have to see day to day but someone has to do it and there I am for all of the victims. This is a subject I take very seriously and I am very compassionate in the work I do with it. I applaud Morg in her work also and look forward to her book:) GLASS SWEPT UNDER THE RUG ....NOT ANYMORE!! great job my friend Peace to you all and stay happy Magics xoxo

Forgot to ask you can you send me to the link to the song by Christina A. I love that singer and would love to hear the song too. Talk to you soon and keep up your great works lady xoxoxo Mona

as your treatment! You slugged him where it hurts! I can't believe that no one has told him about your poetry, and how you have exposed him. This, I think is real revenge, and "poetic justice" [If I may say so].~ Gee

I have a cure for the sickness people like this have. The good news is it's fatal. Respectfully, Rett: “Anyone who sacrifices liberty for security deserves neither.” Benjamin Franklin

Awesome, Big Sis!(: Peace love and Spacemen!

Just realised the comment I thought I had left isnt here hun so sorry hun dont know how it happen neo having a fit again I would lay a guess on lol wonderful write as I thought I said the first time lol love and hugs JayCee x x x P.S congrates on the spotlight lovely to see you here (“In time we hate that which we often fear.” William Shakespeare quote)