The Hand Me Down: Heirloom Of Emotional Pain
BY DIANNA LYNN JENSEN (AKA LADY PURPLE)
I was sitting at the table this Easter. Looking at their photos on the wall, I started to look into each of their eyes, one by one…this insight came to me…
Great Grandma, Grandma, Mom…all those years of sadness, unexplained loneliness,
Emotional distance now coming to life…
One generation after another silently speaks the same language offering the next generation the same pain.
It is not a coincidence now I see,
That their inner voices mirror
the images of their heart cry…
Now speaking through their eyes to me…
It is the hand
me
down
Heirloom of emotional pain, never broken until me…
The new rules apply to me…
No more denial to live by
I am not attached to this
The particular umbilical cord of generational disillusionment…
I have cut this cord once and for all.
I have lived in these reflecting eyes, I was trained by them, I now know…
I look at each and wonder how did they manage to keep it buried deep inside…in their silent
pain…
If I reflect back, I know they did not live it all so well…just as I did not, once upon a time…
I watched, saw, heard, felt their shattered lives and raging, unsilent pain, displayed throughout my life…
I was the lucky one, I walked so many miles away…I saw so many contrasting eyes along this path…showing me the hope, the love, the smile in their eyes…I knew I had to let go of their generational pain…
recovery is my game….
Makes me sad
To know they died with these windows to the soul, never seeing the truth of the
Hand
Me
Down…
They left it up to me…
Now I am becoming free…!!
Who am I to ponder the heritage of life sent to me? I AM ME…just the beginning…
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