I had a date with music
but memories came along.
They never had an invite
but joined in every song.
My tears met my face.
They were here to stay.
So many memories
I had locked away.
They sat down beside me.
They looked me in the eyes.
As I relived the moments.
Laughter drowned my cries.
I had a date with music
but memories came along.
They never had an invite
but we danced to every song.
Author Joanne Boyle Heartfelt
Art by Steffi Krenzek
Author: GreatCosmicMothersUnited
I have joined with many parents affected with the surreal , yet accepted issue of child abuse via Pathogenic Parenting / Domestic abuse.
As a survivor of Domestic Abuse, denial abounded that 3 sons were not affected. In my
desire to be family to those who have found me lacking . As a survivor of psychiatric abuse, therapist who abused also and toxic prescribed medications took me to hell on earth with few moments of heaven.
I will share my life, my experiences and my studies and research.. I will talk to small circles and I will council ; as targeted parents , grandparents , aunts , uncles etc. , are
denied contact with a child for reasons that serve the abuser ...further abusing the child.
I grasp the trauma and I have looked at the lost connection to a higher power..
I grasp when one is accustomed to privilege, equality can feel like discrimination..
Shame and affluence silences a lot of facts , truths that have been labeled "negative".
It is about liberation of the soul from projections of a alienator , and abuser ..
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