Picked It Up

I picked it up when I was younger.

And carried it a very long time.

It never made me stronger.

Though the weight of it grew heavier.

I picked it up when I was younger.

And carried it a very long time.

It never made me stronger.

Though the weight of it grew heavier.

I picked it up when I was younger.

And carried it a very long time.

It never made me stronger.

Though the weight of it grew heavier.

I picked it up when I was younger.

And carried it a very long time.

It never made me stronger.

Though the weight of it grew heavier.

I picked it up when I was younger.

And carried it a very long time.

It never made me stronger.

Though the weight of it grew heavier.

I picked it up when I was younger.

And carried it a very long time.

It never made me stronger.

Though the weight of it grew heavier.

Imagine the contradiction.

And the irony.

Of how my strength increased.

When I no longer carried the weights.

But knowing this,

Doesn’t stop me from picking it back up again.

Leave it behind.

(c)

24 thoughts on “Picked It Up

  1. I know all these feelings so well my friend. This is such a powerful illustration. As an ACOA, and as a little girl who was molested, spanked with my panties down so I would remember not to be bad, not because I had been bad, but so I would not be. Made fun of because I was so skinny and had big ears. I had all these feelings for years.
    I had to understand them before they came off of my back. It took years. I can be sitting somewhere and all of a sudden an overwhelming wave of pain hits me an the tears flow like a River. It is like a visitor that comes a calling at the strangest times. It never really goes away.

    I am so sorry, you too had the same weights around your neck. This illustration should be in a gallery some where as so many would relate as I do. Thank you dearest friend. I am sending you buckets of love, hugs and a hot air balloon filled with loving acceptance, and appreciation for your unique and beautiful talents and just for being you. Thank you for your bravery.

    With so much love Joni. 🤗😘🤗💝💕🎈🎈🎈💕💝❤️😘😘

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    • Joni I’m so sorry you had to endure all of this. I wrote this years ago and it often times repeats in my thoughts. I wrote it for many different reasons. And from a good place. It’s the good places that make writing about the not so good places…helpful. At least for me. Bless you. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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      • I am so glad to hear this my friend. I am also in a good place to but those memories still hit me every once in a while. What you did was brilliant really. I could see your drawings in a gallery first a cropping of tiny framed pieces then each cropping getting bigger till the last one was a full length person standing up smiling and happy. I am so glad you are happy. I feel blessed every day to have survived. Thank you for your sweet comment. Your drawings are really so beautifully and wise. Love ❤️ Joni

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