Some wounds don’t heal. They may peal and scab away but they become visible and prominent. They, like birthmarks become a part of us. Pauline had those kinds of wounds. She walled herself in with her lies. Each scar on her skin told a story. She wounded herself with sharp razors and watched her blood leave her. It made her acknowledge her humanness. As if her pain will flow out of her like that blood but it didn’t. It stayed concretely colored. There was a lot she needed to say. But which way would form the words realistically? Would we understand reasons behind self mutilation? No! Just like we are quick to judge suicide. How we don’t even give any chance to knowing the truth behind their actions. How we are quick to solving problems to what we see at face value when really, we don’t. We forget her feelings, put ours before her. Focus on the effect on us not on the victim.

She kept walling herself in till she couldn’t see beyond her lies. She had fabricated this enormous abnormal truth to her child because innocence had to be preserved. So as a mother would, she hid the truth till it faced her: angry. Truth came back into her life demanding a change of name and moving homes. Truth did not care of her feelings and so she did with a razor and attempt to end it all. But it becomes wounds and they take time to heal. And their pain come back for you to deal with it like telling your children the truth about their father…

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One Reply to “bonds”

  1. Wow! you should have alerted me to read this on Mothers Day. It is really rewarding, empowering, enlightening, interesting etc. I am still unable to believe that my passion for literature has greatly rubbed on you like this!

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