Emile Clark
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I cry
I hate. With all my heart I hate. The unfairness that has been my life. When, no matter what you do, you can't win. I hate and I cry. I let myself cry over the emotional wounds that have been hiding beneath my surface perfection for the last 40 years. My robot slave self, doing what I was told, always. Never being allowed to speak, have an opinion, express truth, or have a god-damn preference. Silence child, shut up and obey was my life and so now, I cry. Tired of the insults and injury. Taking them all, with such grace, such courage, and such ignorance. Because I did not know any other way. Nobody ever taught me. Nobody ever showed me grace. Nobody ever showed me love.
By Emile Clark3 years ago in Confessions
Instant Karma
I sat there staring at the thin cardboard box. What lay inside it was heavy, not in weight but in truth. I breathed over the container wondering if sending it was the right thing to do. My heart knew what the answer was but I was terrified. Terrified of the consequences that opening my heart and my mouth would bring. I had held it all in for so long. Suffered in silence, alone, for way too long. I ran my thumbs up and down the surface of the box, it was truly beautiful, what lay inside there. Unfortunately, not everybody would believe so. I carefully laid the box down on my bed, closing my eyes momentarily, I breathed in a deep silent prayer, for courage and protection.
By Emile Clark3 years ago in Fiction