Encased in the realm of destructive forces, the battle of one individuals compelling plight to bring forth the undeniable resiliance of survival gave voice to a shattered existence of hoplessnes; My Existence.
Yet through the compelling darkness, a child’s soft weeping echoched deep within the hidden realms of Pandora’s hold. The silent whisper of hope resounded, “I am a Survivor.”
Such prevailing whispers drove fourth the truths of accepting the charges of guilt, the onslaught of a destructive marriage, and the demise of an uncontrollable dis-ease that strove to ravish the very essence of health.
Calling upon the lost path of childhood, an awareness of renewed spirituality cast its enlightened net in an attempt of salvation. Thus casuing the writhing dragons in their demonic realm of harvest to raise their heads in defiance against a once pure heart that screamed for life.
Write it in the Hearts of Woman: Who exists in my heart??
She is a poetic instrument of a longing ache. A voice, compelled to sound the tone of a women’s silent stricken fears. Often, there is an underlying truth of emotional turmoil that erupts within the very essence of our being, yet so many of us are unable to barely speak the words of our breathing heart. Through these pages, a hand is stretched out in earnest, to hold, to seek comfort, to reach for the solitude of support, and above all, to be heard. I exist, therefore, I am.
One symbolic voice cries out in the deliverance of life’s unravelling saga. Through the virtual imagery of poetic justice, the unravelment of existence and the right to survive are exposed. The exquisite language of poetry announces such passions that the fulfilment of lost words are spoken. A cry for the sisterhood of understanding and acknowledgement yearn to be discovered, so a solitary voice may rise in unison. A pathway is lit, and a light-bearer who has travelled through the shadows of bewilderment suddenly rises out of the abyss to cry, I am a survivor!