i wanted to say to you that we've come a long, long wayi read one of my seniors' poem last night. i was directed to her blog by her husband who's also my friend. he said he would like to remind everyone of the poetic genius that is his wife. aw, isn't that sweet? :)
anyway, so i did. i went there, and i wondered why the page was taking a while to load. as it turns out, it IS genius. i mean, i always knew she writes really good stuff-- but man, my friend was not lying. i was overwhelmed with that poem that i immediately told runi to go read it.
here's the link to
violeteye's poem. wait until the whole page's completely loaded, then read/click/hear the poem just as it's intended to be read/clicked/heard.
i hope one day i'll be able to pull off that kind of brilliance.
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on another note, i've been trying to write something everyday. i sit (anywhere-- in a food court, library, bookstore, reading desk, park) and get my book out of my bag and just write. sometimes, the words just come in an unstoppable flow, but other times, it can be brutal. there are days where i would just sit for three hours and come up with just 1 line. or 1 word, even. like the one i have written front of me right now: salvation.
what is salvation? the only thing that comes to my mind when i read that word is a cranberries song (remember that creepy video and the words "salvation is free"?). well, that and the salvation army-- but that's just because salvation army is my next campaign.
my apple dictionary tells me that, religiously, salvation is deliverance from sin. another meaning is the state where someone's being saved.
i like that. i like that meaning so much better than the first one. why? i don't know.
yes, i don't know why i like it. is that wrong? i find nothing wrong in that. don't you do that sometimes? liking something (or someone, even) without knowing the reason?
anyway, back to salvation.
i thought to myself, i have been saved a lot of times. for one thing, god's been really really good to me. and i know i'm not one to speak about god because, let's face it, my faith and devotion have been 2 completely different things for as long as i can remember. i would like to change that, maybe in the near future, but for now i'm still the same me-- but i'm still really thankful.
i have been saved a number of time by, of course, my family and friends. and i'm not just talking about small things like fake signatures on the roster (:D) or whatever. it's those big things like... like, i don't know... sunken feelings you've all felt throughout the years, do you know what i mean? i hope so (but it's actually better if you don't).
but let me tell you about something.
i had a chance to talk (and by talk i mean exchanging really long email conversation about ourselves) with one of my friends from an online class i'm taking this semester. for confidentiality reasons we'll say her name is stacy.
stacy is incredible. she's probably 15-20 years older than me. she's had a number of different jobs throughout the years, including being the only female firefighter in an all-men fire station. it was hard, but she toughened up and she eventually was offered a chief position (!!!) but ended up declining it because she needed to finish college. and she did. and she enrolled in more schools after that-- she has multiple undergraduate degrees. isn't that amazing? she's now studying MFA in photography, focusing on documentary, and doing a project on the homeless (i might join her the next time she goes into sf).
but get this.
one of the things she told me was that she had a difficult childhood. while we're not gonna go into details, i can assure you that whatever abuse you experienced as a child will never leave you. it stays there. if it was physical, it leaves you with marks and scars on your skin. if it was emotional, just know that people lie when they say "sticks and stones may break your bones but words can never hurt you" because they do. and sometimes leave a more permanent scar than anything else.
how stacy survived her childhood, i can't imagine how. i can't even begin to understand how a child can handle the devastation, without anybody to lean on. how does it feel to look in someone's eyes and see that there is no soul there; instead, there's a void. and while that person does not have horns or tails or devilish accessories, you just know that they're the devil. how does a child comprehend that none of the things that are happening is their fault? and how, as that child grow up, does one heal?
it wasn't easy, stacy said. yeah, i bet. it took her years and years and years to accept that her memories aren't about puppies, disneyland, white picket fences and picnics under a great, cloudless sky. and healing, she said, is also a painful experience. in order to heal, she needed a lot of time to reflect alone. and as anyone can tell you about the typical heartache, your mind and heart can play tricks on you. you get lost in the healing process and slip into even more vulnerability. and if your will & perseverance is not strong enough, you're not gonna make it.
but stacy's here. she's well. she's embracing her life. yes, she's hurt by her past, but she's not ashamed of it. it took her a while to accept it, but this amazing woman has overcome the darkness and, most importantly, she's saved herself.
now.. as i've said in the beginning. i've been saved numerous times by the people around me. but the question is... have i ever even tried saving myself?
have you?
much love,
-snd