Writing to heal |
Writing to heal |
Sister,
I can't lie and tell you that I understand but I know it is hard. I can't help you to carry your weight yet I know it is heavy. Oh sister, you are now blaming your curves and your angelic eyes. You think being beautiful is a curse and being a girl is worse. I know, when he forced you to split your legs, your mind was darkened and your soul was scattered. You are afraid to close your eyes, the images of the scene keep hunting you. You can't sleep for all you dream is him, him and only him. Every morning your pillow is wet, your mouth is dry and your mind is just lost. Sister, I miss your smile, the loudness of your laughter and your contagious zeal. I miss you. You don't play anymore, the music in you is dead and the child in you is frustrated. I can see questions popping out in your head "why me?" "Where was God?" ‘’How could he dare?” unfortunately, I don't have an answer to any of your questions. What happened has happened and it can’t be undone. But sister you can heal Heal, Talk to me, talk to yourself, tell the paper, scream it to the wall, get it out. You failed to save your body from his arms but it doesn’t mean you are weak. His strength lies in his muscles, yours lies deep inside your heart. You are strong, brave and bold. You can put yourself back together. Sister I don’t even pity you; I pity him. He is broken and sick. If not, how could he do this? you could have been his sister! He touched your body but it is your soul that was injured. Though the wound is invisible it is big and never cease to ache…. but you can heal. Cry if you want to, tears will dry your wound. Talk even if you don’t want to, words will free your soul. Write to the future, hope will liberate you from the prison of your past. You will heal, not suddenly but gradually. It will take time but believe me, you will be whole again. This one is for a sister from a certain corner of the world who has been sexually abused. Rape is something we talk about every day, mostly in terms of numbers and percentages but these numbers are people, they are sisters. Girls who were once young and ambitious like you and me , girls whose hope was stolen. Rape makes victims feel worthless, depressed and dissociated. I wrote this piece to let them know that even if I can't feel what they feel I know they are feeling it and I know they have what it takes to heal. I am sure of these because a woman can handle a lot of sufferings, being mental or physical, so she can heal from any wound.
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10/10/2020 11:32:11
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LYS
10/10/2020 11:33:59
This is strong, may God heal those inner wounds, that history which is never spoken unless in numbers.
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Urugwiro
10/10/2020 11:36:01
May Lord heals the wounds of those Angelic souls
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Who's behind the blogHello I am Denyse INEZA
My blog's name "ishyapluma" is made of two words ishya and pluma. Ishya from my mother tongue(kinyarwanda)means prosperity and pluma is a Spanish word for pen. Being very introverted, I started blogging because I was so inside my head and I needed a way to get out of it. later on it became a way of reaching out to my audience. I now write to heal, to influence, to inspire and to give hope for a prosperous future to me as well as to everyone reading this blog. Welcome to Ishyapluma! Contact: +250784266072 Follow me on InstagramArchives
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