no more will I feel the shame
you have imposed onto my brain
too many thoughts full of fears
no longer will I hold them near
the keys are found upon the ground
no longer lost no longer bound
with tearful handkerchiefs holding them down
a chest of drawers
camouflaged with items I adore
holding too many secrets
of contaminated spores
the power I now take back
gone is the life of an amnesiac
my mouth will scream with words of defiance
while my hands become my alliance
there is no end
to this story, my friend
as time helps us heal
to the very end
P.S.
sometimes openness can only happen in a crowd
no one wants to broadcast things that have been done to them, but until we all have a forceful reaction as our default, the piranhas will continue to hunt us.
sometimes openness can only happen in a crowd
no one wants to broadcast things that have been done to them, but until we all have a forceful reaction as our default, the piranhas will continue to hunt us.
Widowed Without A Manual 
😢❤
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Thank you 🙂 it was so many years ago. What is surprising is the fact that it isolates you, thinking your the only one. Hopefully with so many becoming open, that we will give younger woman a fighting chance.
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Yes, isolation is so powerful, isn’t it? So complex, it’s so devastating that there are so many, but it absolutely needs to be addressed.
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A very powerful and moving piece, Tamaya, and the sequence of the artworks is stunning. Congratulations. 💙
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Thank you, Steve. This series might transcend into a group exhibition. Early days but interesting none the less. Some don’t understand that just uttering those words is heart-wrenching. In many ways, it is easier to keep the memories in those drawers and locked away, but what are we teaching the young?
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