SILENCE - (Word'S' series).

Silence is...

The sound that I listened to.
The steady pit-a-pats of drizzle
that gave the impression of flood...

Flood of thoughts,
Lots of 'probablys',
Myriad of 'should I(s)'.
The force was the strength that
put my feet in front.

The strength of my thoughts
propelled my unwillingness to
step into uncharted horizon-
Waters yet to be uncovered.

But...
I was stopped by the clamp
of fingers against my lips.
The pain of its imprints
dug holes into my confidence.

Be silent!!!
 
Don't speak!!!

My captor held my life,
as he held my tongue.


Silence-
The command given,
The dread felt,
The warning issued,
As the fear consumed.
The price to be paid for disobedience
was too great.
I swallowed my tongue,
and bent in defeated grace.

Inside my head,
my chattering ceased.
My body obeyed,
and my soul concurred.
The little light I held
dimmed into obscure darkness.

Before I could think it,
I had become what I did dread;
The walking dead.

I was living, but forever silent.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE.

An alternate universe where power freely given is taken by force, dragged away by hands that rejoice when they inflict pain.
The victim is punished, when her only crime was ‘breathing’… Fists pound, and sigh in ecstasy of pleasure received.
Black eyes and split lips, the make-up she puts on… Bruised arms and cracked ribs, her normality.

An alternate universe where the criminal is exalted and the victim, mocked. Onlookers pat their purses and pockets, quick to upload a MEME with a catchphrase that has a seal of originality… The pain of the victim overlooked in their haste to get MORE likes.

The well of her tears was dry, and her bowels wrung out… Her thoughts were blank, and her words, few… Her joy was non-existent, and her actions, stealth.
Her imagination struggled against the barrier of depression, desperate for resurrection…
Alas! her dreams have become moribund… ego had nailed her depth to its impatient and braggadocios person…

She looked around the room in which she dwelt, a grave for her soul… Her body restrained her spirit’s escape, for its consequences would be death of motherhood…
How could she let herself go? What would her babies do? They were little pieces of her soul… the one who’d sworn her eternal love, had become her tormentor.

The day breaks- another day of uncertainty. How would she escape the hands that threaten to grind her bones into dust?
How could she feed her lambs, that they might be strengthened?

Where were the little pieces of her that returned nightly in dreams?

Where was her ‘spirit’?

Where was her woman?

She knelt to utter words that had become empty. “I can do all things through…”
She choked…
“why do I lie to myself everyday?” she sobbed, “I am weak!!! I am a victim!!!…
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No!!!

YOU ARE STRONG!

YOU ARE A VICTOR!

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!

YOU WILL GET THROUGH THIS!

YOU CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST THAT STRENGTHENS YOU!

HOLD ON!

YOU ARE LOVED!

YOU ARE CHERISHED!

SOMEONE LOVED YOU ENOUGH TO EXCHANGE HIS LIFE FOR YOURS!!

DON’T GIVE UP, THIS TOO SHALL PASS!

MERCY HAS IT’S SIGHT SET ON YOU!

GRACE HAS EXTENDED A HAND OF FELLOWSHIP!!

More importantly,
JESUS LOVES YOU!!!