Joining World Pulse is my source of strength
It was the end of soaking my pillows
Both starry and dark night
My end of being back-bitten and back-stabbed
End of visiting my "so loving neighbors and relatives"
End of desire for a bottle and a glass to calm me down
Small talks to my face was buried
My head no longer hang low from mockery and shame
Loud music for escape sounded feverish
Caresses and soft touch from "caring friends" felt
thorny to my dark shinny skin
Applause from "friends" at our main therapy talk center
where maruwa is brewed sound cheap
Just because of discovery of sisterhood in World Pulse
for I do not have to look over my shoulder anymore.
Wow, what an incredible, vulnerable poem, J Brenda! It is wonderful that World Pulse has been such a great source of healing for you, and you continue to be healing for others through by being an encourager.
Well done. I celebrate your freedom with you!
Wow Nini! Thank you so much for reading. Very encouraging for me. The healing is slow but sure. :)
Thank you for sharing.
Hello, JB,
Wow! That must be a tough situation to be the topic of backbiting and backstabbing, dear. Sending you lots of hugs. I'm glad to know World Pulse become your source of strength, although you are already a strong woman!
What is maruwa, dear? This poem resonates with me. When you know what real love and compassion look like, you begin to let go of people who are fake to you. Welcome back, love! I'm happy to hear from you again.
Please can we use some of your lines as a quote we can share during the Encourager Party this Friday? I hope you can join us so you can read it yourself, dear. Please! Thank you in advance!
Hello Karen.
Thank you for reading. "maruwa" is a local brew made from millet and drunk or taken communally from a pot but each person have his/her own strew.
It is okay. You can use the lines.