Rising to a new beggining

All that mattered that aweful next morning, was that my eyes were swollen, that my head exploding, my temples pumping and I was able to feel each heart beat. I could barely open my right eye, my left eye was round like a golf ball and there was blood. My nose had a thick scab, my lips were unrecognizable. There was no presence of him filling the room, I knew it because when he was around the air was unbreathable. That morning even though I could barely stand up I was on my path to a new beginning. It must be like other times, he would beat me to death and then disappear half a week, make a grandiose come back, flowers, musicians, jewels, a great look and an unforgettable remorse. The pattern would be the same this time, so I had time to shower, clean up, gulp half a dozen of pain killers even though I could take two full dozens, and I badly wanted to clear up my mind. That morning with the first sun rays I decided I was going to unfold my wings once and for all. This time I was not failing, I will leave no room for doubts, unhappiness, low self esteem. My life was shreded but I needed to put all the pieces together before he was able to drawn me and drag me to his hell, again. It was me rising within my sorrow,  my broken heart, my miscarriages and my diminished will for living my life, leaving his life once and for all, closing the door behind me, facing the sunrise, my new beggining. And I was going to burry all the love I had once for him and I will water it with all my tears until it was diluted, vanished. I was determined not to become part of the statistics. That was the day, that was my day, that is my rebirth! When I opened that door, the breeze blew my hair, my lungs were filled with joy, I had no where to go... but I started walking with no remorse... flying away.

"Nearly Half of All Murdered Women Are Killed by Romantic Partners"

"A new CDC report suggests that domestic violence is a major cause of death for women."
{The Atlantic Olga Khazan, july 20, 2017}

We need to teach our girls not to be submissive and all our boys to be caring human beings.

As a society we need to understand and respect the need for mental comfort, inner joy and spiritual peace.

Mariejeanne Carro.

Because we all need to be free
Because we all need to be living fulfilling lives.

Quien me perdonaría...

Al sol de hoy, ni yo misma me entiendo, porque accedí, porque me doblegué, porque invalide mi voz. No me lo perdono, me apagué como un grito en el vacío.
    El galeno me dijo que lo extraería completo, pero al estar yo anestesiada y dormida, uso el método de la cuchara. A las 21 semanas, era una acción imprudente. El femur desgarró mi matriz, mientras a mi, la acción me desgarró el alma. Al sol de hoy no se me ha cerrado la herida, la del alma, claro. El dolor de no haberme puesto necia, de haber buscado quien quisiera efectuar un parto prematuro, con oxitocina y que hubiese yo en pleno uso de mis facultades físicas y mentales, acunado a ese bebé, que germinaba al abrigo de mi cuerpo carente de acido folico, sin cerebro, ni cerebelo, ni medula espinal, y haberlo amado al morir. Aunque hubiesen sido 2 minutos, me faltó ese tiempo para bañarlo con mis lágrimas y bendecirlo con mis besos. No me lo perdono, y solo Dios sabe que no hay amanecer en el que no deje de culparme por mi falta de carácter, mi falta de fe, y mi aterrorizada decisión.

Un pajaro🐦🦅🕊

Quiero ser un pájaro azul, verde, o multicolor pero que al extender mis alas me pierda en el cielo.🌤
Quiero ser un pájaro que se alimenta de los frutos de la tierra, que vive en un nido que construyó con ramitas en la cima de un árbol que cruje🌳 y se menea con el viento.🌬
Quiero ser un pájaro 🦅que recorre parajes y se dibuja en el paisaje. Un pájaro, libre, sin posesiones, ni jaulas, ni alpiste, ni migajas.💐
Quiero ser un pájaro para bañarme cada mañana en el agua fría,💧 sacudirme los excesos y entibiarme al sol.🌅 Quiero ser un pájaro que se esponja y se acurruca, que camina cauteloso siendo curioso, delicado y atrevido.
Quiero ser un pájaro para silbar 🎶y cantar🎼, alimentar a mis polluelos y enseñarles a volar.
Quiero ser un pájaro.🐦que vive el día, disfruta el vuelo🕊 recorre planicies, lagos, montañas, aprovecha los arrecifes para lanzarse en picada y que descansa en un pata mientras contempla la naturaleza interminable.
He de ser pájaro que del vuelo se alimenta, que la paz contagia.