I’m an artist. Being an artist is my salvation. I decided on that path when I was 7 years old. It allowed me to escape when my sisters were screaming, and pleading “Daddy please stop! Please stop.” When it wasn’t me that time. There was only once when he broke into that secret world and raging he threw a scissors at me. It stuck me in my face. My early marriage was supposed to save me. My young husband was my white knight. Instead he married me to save him – I just never knew what I was supposed to save him from. So I buried myself in my own little world of art and poetry and my children. And I didn’t dare ask myself if I was happy.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
In a Dark Place
Awakening in this dark place ...
I was taking it a day at a time,
Like some 12-stepper working the program.
Now I am taking it one step at a time,
Deliberate
Mindful
Purposeful
Steps
To get from morning til night.
© Copyright for all poetry, prose and artwork belongs to Maureen Kavaney Tillman
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Thank you Cathy. Seeing this blog in print after ten years of working through this painful experience makes me feel like I have finally stepped out of the closet he ran off and left me in.
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