Threshold

The mental block.  The emotional block.  The inability to cross the threshold of pain.

So much shared these past three years.  So much still hidden from the world.

The Degradation.  The Humiliation.

The Dehumanization.

I relive these memories in flashing images.  Winced away as soon as they appear. 

I block them out for the moment just to get through the day. 

But they are not really blocked out.  They are not really forgotten.

The stories unshared.  The stories unwritten.

The threshold of pain.

Peaked eight years ago.

The threshold of healing.

Uncrossed.

 

 

 

~ Dedicated to all the beautiful women I am helping to heal by sharing my story ~



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