5 STARS
this is the journey of surviving through poetry this is the blood sweat tears of twenty-one years this is my heart in your hands this is the hurting the loving the breaking the healing -rupi kaur How does one respond in a non-cliché manner to such a person who endured such hurting, loving, breaking and healing? How does one resonate with such hatred, pain, anger and darkness when you know nothing of what that given person had to witness and endure? This writing. This heart on a platter. This tear dripping from our hands as we turn each page. When you read something as raw as this…what are your thoughts? How do you feel? Could you relate in any way? Did you manage to sympathize? These are all questions, emotions and responses that swam in my head when I read the book and related to every single page. As with many, too many in fact, other woman in the world…we know what it is to be violated, spat out with our bare bones exposed, hurt…our hearts ripped out of our chest. The abused who ultimately becomes the abuser. In the end, all you long for, crave and need is that one touch which will make you whole again. But that touch will never come. Because it is not the other who makes us whole, instead it is recognizing that it is us who make ourselves whole and then ultimately heals. It’s strange to have read this book at this exact moment in my life. If I had read the book a few months ago, I would have told you exactly how I managed to relate to Rupi Kaur. You see, I know what it feels like staring into the predator’s eye, hungry for a child’s flesh…only to rip her open and devour every single piece. I know what it feels like to long for a father who was never to begin with. Instead he created his own bubble with his new wife and children…leaving me out of the equation. I know what it feels like to be hunted by those who crave only our tears, screams and sweat. When they finished absorbing our energy, they spat us out like fish bones, exposed to the heat of the scorching sun. I know what it is to have an alcoholic parent… a mother…who betrayed my love…she was suppose to protect me in every single way, instead she left me for the wolves. I know what it feels like to have been the abused becoming the abuser…ripping out another heart…not feeling much. Why should I care… But you see, I’ve searched for myself for many years. Yearned for healing. Longed for love. Needed to become whole again. And I found myself. I now know that that girl wasn’t me. That which was, did not define me. I needed to experience all of that, just as Rupi Kaur had to, for we grew stronger and learned valuable lessons and getting to know ourselves…how strong we truly are. It’s the first time I’ve read such poetry that truly resonated with me on every single level. It was me she was writing about. I became one with Rupi Kaur. But the most beautiful thing in life has and always will be…we have a choice. We always had a choice. Do you choose the path of destruction? Or do you choose the path of reconciliation and healing? We constantly are given choices, in fact, on a daily base are we given a choice. Left, or right? Onward or backward? As Rupi Kaur so beautifully depicts, she chose to move onward. She chose to rise above the horizon and touch the moon. She chose to bathe her heart within the drops of the rain. Our scars may still be visible on the surface. But we wear them proudly. Because within our hearts, we nurture the seedlings of love, light and peace.
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