Grant yourself the permission and power to speak up about your experience and inform others. This kind of corruption thrives on silence.
I realized this is what I love most... tuning into the tucked-away things that are actually often the most real things in the room.
I find it darkly ironic that the very terminology that symbolizes epic female persecution now might be used against a movement for women.
I have learned that my scars, both internal and external, are not something to be ashamed of. My scars are proof that I survived.
I reached my threshold of silent witnessing. I could feel my voice open up. Instinctively came my roaring defender and protector, saying: Fuck you for not acting with integrity. Fuck you for not taking responsibility. Fuck you for hurting me. Fuck you for manipulating me. Fuck you for not being ...
A single raindrop plops into the dark water. Sid isn’t Sid anymore. The moon sets, and Sid lifts his eyes. Venus, the Morning Star, a brilliant flickering ember racing toward the horizon. Speechless, the mystery decloaks and stands naked in the mirror; his question has been answered.
I wanted to be close to you. I wanted to inhale your exhale. I wanted to see my reflection in your eyes. I wanted to be rattled by the vibration of your laugh. I wanted to be awakened by the rumble of your snore. But the cavernous space between us was filled with too many tries and apologies. ...