Thursday, May 22, 2014

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

By blood we are bound...



I am my mother's daughter.
I wasn't taught about shopping or gossip.
I was shown how to not show emotion. How not to flinch.
Cool detachment won out over any true expression of emotion, even joy at times.
Boundaries were made and shields of steel were crafted. Words, thoughts, vital pieces of self were never verbalized.
It's not good or bad. It just is.
I recognize the fortune these lesson taught...the stillness that was instilled.
I've learned to anticipate. How to read lies. People will pull knives on me. That's okay. I am no stranger to the needle and thread.
My mother's taught me everything I needed to know in order to survive. Lessons that kept me alive.
I may be blood bound and I will always be my mother's daughter but I'm starting to remember.
I cannot be held inside this self constructed cage.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Initial.

I'm still learning what this all means...and I'm still learning to be okay with it.