stories
their pain is raw. there are too many of us with these stories of abuse, of assault and of fear. too much pain for any one, any person, to process. too much collective pain to be contained in an evening, in a week, in the statement "take back the night".
and as the stories were told and continue to be told my heart breaks for those who refused to listen. for the parents who dare not admit that this abomination could happen to their child, in their community, on their watch. and for the children and victims who have been silenced by the fear that their story will not be validated, that it will fall on deaf ears and that there will be no one there to help them shine their light.
and as we move on, as we move past the stories, as my own story becomes old and used and no longer feels relevant to where i am in life, what now? how do we escape the victim mentality? how, without taking responsibility for the actions that were done to us or that we were forced to do, do we move on to see past the monster who hurt us? when is it right to look under the abusers mask and see a human being who is lost, who is hurt, and who is need of so much love? how can we light their silence too?
and how can we look for god in this broken world. where is the god of light in my time of darkness? and where is there redemption in this broken world? i hear it in the stories of survival, i see the divine in the hugs of support, and i feel her love in the lighting of a candle in the dark.
and as the stories were told and continue to be told my heart breaks for those who refused to listen. for the parents who dare not admit that this abomination could happen to their child, in their community, on their watch. and for the children and victims who have been silenced by the fear that their story will not be validated, that it will fall on deaf ears and that there will be no one there to help them shine their light.
and as we move on, as we move past the stories, as my own story becomes old and used and no longer feels relevant to where i am in life, what now? how do we escape the victim mentality? how, without taking responsibility for the actions that were done to us or that we were forced to do, do we move on to see past the monster who hurt us? when is it right to look under the abusers mask and see a human being who is lost, who is hurt, and who is need of so much love? how can we light their silence too?
and how can we look for god in this broken world. where is the god of light in my time of darkness? and where is there redemption in this broken world? i hear it in the stories of survival, i see the divine in the hugs of support, and i feel her love in the lighting of a candle in the dark.
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