We face death and heartache and abuse and loss and self-hatred and anxiety and fear and frustration, and yet, from all of that pain, we rise.
by Marisa Donnelly
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Grandad
I can’t believe February 19th marked fifteen years since my beloved Grandad passed away. I still haven’t gotten over it, and still cry all these years later. He was taken too soon… I’m no poet (and certainly don’t claim to be!), but this is for the most wonderful man I have ever known.
It’s hard to believe how much time had flown by,
I had no idea that your time was nigh.
The guilt I carry has struck me to the core,
I wish I had the chance to see you once more.
I’ll never forget that fateful day,
A call to tell me you had gone away.
Why did you go Grandad? I wasn’t ready,
You were the one who held the family firm and steady.
Personality and kindness; your light shone bright
Your death came as a shock, you had lost the fight.
I flew to Jamaica, hoping it wasn’t true,
But it was, and there was nothing I could do.
I saw you for the last time, laying there, still
I love and miss you Grandad, forever, I always will.
❤
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I have no words, for this says it all…
This is what happens.
Or, moreover: what can;
when a woman is broken,
by the hands of a man;
these are the facets
that the light reflects through;
our many faces of torture,
that somehow still smile on que;
we sit on display in a window
it’s all that we know how to be;
like a sideshow in a traveling circus,
to glimpse us tells a million stories.
It’s a scale that is constantly sliding
tipping from and to either end;
unsure of which side that our weight will land,
until it balances itself out once again.
You’ve got the face of the innocent, young and naïve
aside of the broken down masochist, who can’t get up from her knees;
you’ll see the ancient and calm – next to the kamikaze lovebomb,
we have every archetypical matriarch and fawn, here for you to see.
We are each so different, yet…
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Diary Of A Mad Black Woman
Funny story… *Steve introduced me to this film. How fitting (apart from the affair part, as I left his abusing ass). Thinking about it, I may change my blog title to this, because this is exactly what I am – A MAD BLACK WOMAN! I knew writing about my kittens would open up a whole can of something, but also knew it had to be done.
{Spoiler Alert}
Watching this film for the second time, (first time was with Steve), it shows how the character Helen was always there for her husband Charles, but then he left her for another woman. He kicked his wife out of the house she looked after and kept clean for him, and moved his mistress in to take her place. He denied her a child, but had one with the other woman.
Not knowing what to do, as she had no money (even though he was rich, but had cut her off from the bank accounts), she turned to her family, feeling ashamed and hurt.
The woman whom Charles had left his wife for left him after a client almost killed him. She also wiped out his bank accounts.
Bound to a wheelchair, Helen is the only person who steps forward to help him out. She gets even with him, but through all her pain and anger, her heart softens and she takes care of him. She does find love with a man named Orlando and divorces her husband.
A beautiful woman, who got hurt, but learned to stand on her own to feet and find love again.
Maybe that will be me…
One day…
(*Not his real name)
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