Strawberry Letter.

The expression of the pen has dominated the experiences of self expression. The responsibility of opening up a world that everyone can feel. Words create variation of affective effect that transforms mind scapes on to paper.
Wed Oct 27

Afraid of a Break Down …

When I was a little girl, it was instilled in me that I was a warrior.  A warrior in my own female right.  I was taught to be strong and smart … Keep my head up when I was feeling torn and keep on moving and don’t let anyone stop me…….

When I met him, I was intimidated and emotionally stripped… I thought it was the right thing to do to surrender myself to what I thought was the best thing for me … love …

That love took me for a bodacious ride, an uncompromisable turn.  I thought I wasn’t supposed to be free.  The gestures that were rained upon me, chained me like an iron fence.  Whipped with  the lashes of an emotional burn … scarred…

The vision of clothes being torn off were the words of unforbidden truth, I honored it and made excuses for it.  In turn I got subdued into a force of something that I thought stripped me from being proud.  It escalated to something more …

My emotional stance was not allowed to cry, not allowed to be … anything other than myself.  Quiet I stayed humble and agreed to every aching pain.  I agreed to the substance that I allowed myself to accept.  I begged in my own mind for it to stop … it didn’t.  I thought it was right.

The breakdown that I was afraid of, I did not let my children see.  The strength that it took for me to hold it all in … made me tired.  The breakdown that crept up on me every moment I had alone was paused at the result of me believing I would be labeled weak and worthless to any man … or even myself.

I believed that it was okay to keep it all in and forfeit what was really healing.  In my own mind… I was afraid of this breakdown.  The tears and the pain that would make my body shiver when my lips quivered. 

Brand new, I don’t want to carry this baggage.  This beginning, this new love … I want to be free.  You’re showing me you, and I am afraid to show you me.  This powerful breakdown that lurks upon me, has got me bitting my nails, because I know you’re the type of person that will hold me … especially when I cry.

This breakdown had a grip on me and I’m so afraid of it.