Tuesday, March 16, 2010
The Hope Chest
It wasn't a magic box. It was nothing but a shiny gloss over an ugly scar. The lie was that I was somehow "special" and above something so base happening to me. We thought our position made us somehow immune. But we are still human, in spite of all of the inhuman things done to us. The ugly human reality occurred and was hidden forever in the attic of my mind... that is, until now. I need to see what is in the box even though I want so so much for it not to be true. I was alone and left to deal with the undealable.... as a child... alone.
The cats are a sort of totem... something that gives me comfort and courage. I just needed to put something comforting in this lonely place.