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Where do I go from here? 

by Rhoda  

Also, see Winter and The Shores of My Soul by Rhoda

where do i go from here

 

where do i go from now

 

how i want my heart to warm within me

to experience love and friendship

to be known by another from the

inside out

 

for my thoughts to be explored,

respected, adored for being

uniquely, quirkily, me

 

how i want to be strong within myself

to feel that i will survive, happy

even if i am alone

 

so i will turn to my God, rely on him

build my faith, build my love from

the inside out

 

and He will be my strength

if i let him

 

may the tears wash me clean

if they will fall

but that means i will have to feel the pain

and that scares me

 

because for all of my life 

my pain has been numbed

who was there to ease it, anyway

 

not a sick mother

not the absent father

not the dead grandparents

not the estranged siblings

 

so the little girl i was

never got to live her childhood

i was my own comfortor

i was the comfortor for the

sick mother

 

but i knew not how to comfort myself

i never saw love and affection

up close, lived with it in my life

 

what do i remember

i remember being two or three

and hearing screams

fighting

i remember the ambulance

coming for my mother, my father having hurt her

 

i remember my sisters holding me

playing with me, talking with me

but not my mother

 

i remember a young man molesting me

i was three, maybe four

i didn't even know what he asked

was abuse

 

i remember mother too sick to stand

taking her water, another blanket

finding my own meals

putting myself to bed

 

reading, oh, how i would read

i lived another existence through

the sweet escape afforded by reading

 

i grew older, anguished into adolesence

longed for a boy to care for me

to be well liked, well dressed

but caged by poverty

 

so i worked for my own clothes

lied about my age

and that summer bought clothes

and groceries

 

 

was liked by a boy

but he was a black boy

and i liked his white friend, desperately

so the kind young friend i

held away as only a friend

and now regret not seeing then

how dear he was, how i could have

known love, young love

 

later another boy

but this one i wasn't me with

and it caught up to me

how i molded myself into what i thought

he wanted

 

i ended that

 

but did it again

changed myself for another boy

kept my thoughts to myself

when he was displeased with my words

my ideas

and the tiredness in my soul set in

 

how he could rage, barrage me with words

wear me down, take away my spunk

and he lashed out physically

from his own sickness

 

but i took the blows, the bruises, the soreness

and thus perperuated the whole madness

i forgave the unforgivable and

so lived it over again and again

 

and with this boy

i grew older, had a baby girl

had another baby girl

and then knew that the madness

had to end

 

i quietly planned, packed and

drove away, far away

with my two babies

away from the screaming, the hurtful hands

i wouldn't let my babies grow up

seeing their mommy hurt like that

 

i went to the house of my God

and found help, kindness, a warm place

to lay my head, holding my babies

while i tried to plan my life

 

but i believed the boy's promises and apologies

so i returned, to make my life over

with the father of my babies

 

and he changed enough for me

convince myself to stay

no more hurtful hands, just hurtful

words

just a complete and utter loneliness

for nine more years

 

my babies are turning into young women now

and i am trying to turn into a woman

in my heart

picking up the pieces of the girl

inside

fitting meaning into the pieces

 

so now i see the weakness, the sadness

seeing is the first step to changing

feeling is the first step to healing

but the healing brings pain, too

 

but the strength will be there

strength from Jehovah

strength from my dearest friends

strength from my daughters

 

and i will survive

 

i will be happy inside of myself

 

 

 

See Rhoda's email here

Material posted here is intended for educational purposes only, and
must not be considered a substitute for informed advice from
your own health care provider.



Courtesy of Dr. Irene Matiatos and "Rhoda", Copyright© 2000. The material on this website may be distributed freely for non-commercial or educational purposes provided that author credit is given. For commercial distribution, please contact the author at Doc@drirene.com.


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