Here is what you are asking yourselves
right now. Did the little girl survive? Did she get married and have children?
Go on to have a successful life? And the answers are oh so many.
I did have
children. Six beautiful children. I have loved fiercely and suffered pain that
feels unbearable at times.
But I know I'm not alone. I know there
are others out there who have suffered like me, even if it is the secrets that
we keep.
I have experienced joy unabounded.
My life...my life has been reckless at
times. I have been foolish. I have gone mad. Literally. I have died and come
back to life. I have fallen in love with the Universe, God, whatever you prefer
to call It.
Mark 5:41
And he took the damsel
by the hand, and said to her, Talitha cumi; which is, being interpreted,
Damsel, I say to you, arise.
I'm crazy, confused, beautiful. So at the end of
the day when you ask me if I came out okay, I give a resounding,
"Yes!!" with a smile on my face because I am a survivor.
My life is art. It is imperfect because all of
art is. If my life were a hand-knit scarf, you would be able to detect all of
the blemishes in it, but the scarf would still be beautiful and provide what
it was meant to give: warmth.
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