I admire you for your honesty and attitude on this subject. It's so true how the victims/survivors have been treated as the one's who have done the wrong and blamed unjustly.
Very few have had compassion towards the woman.
I was 19 , when it was over given the gun that was held on me. The police wanted to charge me for having it. They treated me like dirt and I left before the rape kit came. I went back to work and didn't talk about for decades except to my best friend.
Thanks for understanding...
"[...] over-protected children are more likely to struggle in relationships and
with challenges." This is what happened to me. My mom died when I was 8 and my dad was WAY over-protective and strict. I never experienced being independent. I know my dad loved me, but he never allowed me to fly. Perhaps that is why I love writing!
I'm glad I decided to read this! Thanks for sharing.
Very clever 😁! What really is a horse of another color anyway?! I enjoyed this post, it's unique and not the usual thing. Nice to see another take on expressing one's self.
Write ✍️ on indeed!
An avalanche flows through me
Is it love, is it ecstasy?
I don't know...
All I know is that
My heart seems to burst forth
With unbounded love...
And my eyes fill up
As my heart swells
With endless love...
My life is a mirror
Where you look back at me
With such compassion
And Divine acceptance
I feel lost....
Wondering where I met you
If I knew you....
Your eyes smile at me
In pure ecstasy
As you whisper,
"I have carried you
Through the centuries
You have been mine
And will always will be"
I cry,
The tears refusing to part company
As I stare at you...
My heart,
Crying with divine memory
Of Endlessness...
Of You and me...
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