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Inspiration Without a Home
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Commencer à lireLongueur: 98 pages55 minutes
- Éditeur:
- Fae Corps Publishing
- Sortie:
- Sep 30, 2019
- ISBN:
- 9781393033684
- Format:
- Livre
Description
A memoir of a half mad poet. Talk of abuse, of rape, and a life lived. Poetry and truth laid out in a loose familiar manor. A tough story of survival.
Informations sur le livre
Inspiration Without a Home
Longueur: 98 pages55 minutes
Description
A memoir of a half mad poet. Talk of abuse, of rape, and a life lived. Poetry and truth laid out in a loose familiar manor. A tough story of survival.
- Éditeur:
- Fae Corps Publishing
- Sortie:
- Sep 30, 2019
- ISBN:
- 9781393033684
- Format:
- Livre
À propos de l'auteur
Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. A half mad poet, her writing is found all over social media and various other websites, including coffee house writers. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. She is half of the indie publishing company Fae Corps publishing. Her collection of writings include a memoir, children's books, and poetry. For more from Patricia, check out www.Facebook.com/mouseypoet or pattimouse.wordpress.com
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Inspiration Without a Home - Patricia Harris
alone!
Truth And Reason
My story is a broken tale, winding up and down the darkness that hides in plain sight. I will show you what I can, through poetry and some stories. I will not use names, I refuse to point my fingers at those who did me wrong. The reason? Simply because I will not give them any credit in who I have become. They are part of what shaped a broken child, this I admit freely.
The path to a healthy mind left a different person than the child they made. One of eclectic tastes and a survivors wit, and one who is not linear. I am not going to call them out, not because I feel like they should be protected, nor for fear of retribution. I am so very beyond that. I became the very person I always wanted to be. In spite of them.
No, my reason for putting together this story is two fold. First, because I lived it. It is my story, and I have been telling it to deaf ears so long that I figured if no one would listen then I should write it. Maybe then I would be heard. Second, and perhaps most importantly, for those who have been hurt. I hope that my story will help you feel less alone. Our truths, the call of the broken, are powerful. And we should never be silenced. I have been because no one wanted to hear what I had to say.
I spoke truth. No one believed what I had to say. So I will repeat it, till my dying day. I will illuminate the ignorant one flame at a time.
I debated whether or not to publish this under a pen name. I have thought long and hard about it. For better or worse, it is my story. I will not hide ever again. I will not be silenced ever again.
The poetry has been published in other volumes of mine.
Two children having children,
No idea of what they can do
So working long jobs,
They both raise the family
Away from home.
That child in
The babysitters care,
Day after day,
All she knows is
Mommy and daddy
Always go away.
So easy to start
A life that way,
Busy mommy.
Busy daddy.
The child once a treasure,
Soon a bitter responsibility.
Once upon a heartbreak,
That child learns
Survival,
For children always see
Regrets that pour
From weary eyes.
Family History
As I am not going to use names, only relationships here.... Well I figured that I should be nice enough to explain minor amounts of family history. I will not be telling the where’s and why’s unless they involved me. As I am only here to tell my stories. Or at least my version there of.
Still, there is one family tale that involved me at the very end. And I feel like the best way to tell it is from start to finish.
My maternal grandmother was an amazing woman. I knew her better than my paternal grandmother. (Who was strong but made it clear that I could do no right). Anyway my mom’s mom was fourteen when she met her first husband. (My grandfather) She used to tell me that she should have known better, because the first time she met him he fell down drunk at her feet. Though there are many stories, enough that I have been tempted to do a book of nothing but her tales.
This is not the place for that. They married when she was 17. My grandmother had seven pregnancies, though only five carried to term. Sometime before my mom was born, she broke her back for the first time. She over the course of a sixty six year life broke it three times and had to have it fused five. But the first time, she was declared dead. She said that she could hear them tell granddad... Then she heard screaming. It was her.
As I said, I have enough stories by her to fill a book. My grandfather was an alcoholic. But she truly loved him. She forgave him every time he hit her because she blamed the alcohol. She divorced him, because in her words The day he came home stone cold sober and laid a hand on me, well I couldn’t forgive.
Both remarried. Her second husband I know very little about. But the story is more about my grandfather.
His second wife ended up in the end putting him in a hospital, due to his drinking, and his suicidal tendencies.
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