Perfect Porcelain
For the past few weeks I have been in the victim zone…the dark place you created
For the first time in fifteen years I was going to be in the same room as you…
Every minute of my time my thoughts have been what will I say what will I do how will I cope..
Everyone in the family knows our history.. I wanted to stand and stare you down.. To prove I was strong to prove you had no more power to hurt me anymore..
I was so prepared for seeing you.. The survivor in place, reserves of strength needed everyone watching.
Assurances made you were coming, I waited I stood head high, outside a survivor, the child still a victim always broken
But those best laid plans in my mind never happened… . You didn’t come you didn’t face me. Why ?
Was it shame? Now that everyone knew the truth. Was it guilt? Have you ever felt any? Was it fear? Knowing you can’t scare me anymore.
I took strength from your failure. I learned something about myself. Pocelain perfect I’m not… It was you and others who broke me.
But over the years a repair had been made, and as I stood there with my family and all the love that had restored me…I felt priceless.
Hazel(c)
You are a true inspiration and I am very happy to have met you. I admire your strength and your compassion xxx All that you have endured is so wrong but you are helping so many others who are perhaps not as strong, little children who need us, who we all were once. Bless you x
Hazel,
I am very proud of you, you give others and myself courage and strength, you are truly amazing and I am so glad I have you in my life.
I will always be grateful for your friendship, for holding me together, for being there for me when no-one else was. Stay strong and be proud. xx