I just listened to your poem. I am 48 years old and I am sitting at my desk crying. I was molested when I was two. I have spent years in a chair looking at, talking to, screaming at various different therapists and at 48, it still makes me cry. At least it isn't a secret any more. Thank you.
When i was six years old, i was raped, by a man i didn't even know. The people i loved had all left me before that, and i was so alone that the only thing i could remember about the event was that it happenned. At about age 10, i began getting vicious nightmares, and at age 11, i found the book speak. At age 12 i was outcasted. And now at age 17, i dream of becoming an author, so that i can finally speak. When i finally finish one of the many stories zooming through my head, I intend to send it to every author that inspired me to dream. Laurie Halse Anderson, be prepared to receive a copy.
In this crazy world today, there are few who can create hope for the many (people) who feel lost or silenced. Sometimes those individuals are too busy avoiding the memories that when they finally have the time to stop and remember, it hurts. But it is because of inspiration like yours, that the pain is easier to handle and the secrets are easier to let go. It's a breath of fresh air because they can finally breathe again. Really, trully, breathe. I have not personally gone through such suffering but I have witnessed what it has done to some good people in passing. So on behalf of those victims, and everyone else, I give thanks. It is you who has the courage to renew life again; you who is unafraid to speak out and to stand up for those in need; it is you that revives this hope today. However small it may be, this hope still exists because of writers like you. Thanks again and God Bless.
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This poem is amazing. I can't believe it was based on letters she received.
Hmm...
Speak, Listen, Think...
Hmm...
I would love a written copy of this poem.
I would love to see what it looks like as a word cloud on wordle.net.
Do you have it posted in written form?
I just listened to your poem. I am 48 years old and I am sitting at my desk crying. I was molested when I was two. I have spent years in a chair looking at, talking to, screaming at various different therapists and at 48, it still makes me cry. At least it isn't a secret any more. Thank you.
When i was six years old, i was raped, by a man i didn't even know. The people i loved had all left me before that, and i was so alone that the only thing i could remember about the event was that it happenned. At about age 10, i began getting vicious nightmares, and at age 11, i found the book speak. At age 12 i was outcasted. And now at age 17, i dream of becoming an author, so that i can finally speak. When i finally finish one of the many stories zooming through my head, I intend to send it to every author that inspired me to dream. Laurie Halse Anderson, be prepared to receive a copy.
In this crazy world today, there are few who can create hope for the many (people) who feel lost or silenced. Sometimes those individuals are too busy avoiding the memories that when they finally have the time to stop and remember, it hurts. But it is because of inspiration like yours, that the pain is easier to handle and the secrets are easier to let go. It's a breath of fresh air because they can finally breathe again. Really, trully, breathe. I have not personally gone through such suffering but I have witnessed what it has done to some good people in passing. So on behalf of those victims, and everyone else, I give thanks. It is you who has the courage to renew life again; you who is unafraid to speak out and to stand up for those in need; it is you that revives this hope today. However small it may be, this hope still exists because of writers like you. Thanks again and God Bless.
I cry.
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