A paucity of words
She gazes skyward
Throughout her marriage, she survived a tortuous existence by protecting her children. Such ardent devotion gave her the strength to continue.
Grown now, she encouraged them to leave. Despite their reluctance, each in turn acquiesced.
Her heartfelt refrain repeated, “I’m so proud of you. It’s time to live your life and don’t look back.”
Now eligible for the Aged Pension, DVConnect ensured a safe flight from violence.
She signed a lease.
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Today is the 21st of May 2023.
She gazes skyward.
“Freedom.”
Such a paucity of words does not reflect a dearth or insufficiency.
But the rarity of abundance.
About the Creator
Pauline Fountain
Writing and photography provide a creative outlet to reflect with meaning on my life.
My mental health? Bipolar 1 (Rapid Cycling), Complex PTSD and Functional Neurological Disorder.
My son’s gentle wisdom furnishes me with the gift of hope.
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Comments (7)
Incredible writing 💖📝❗
Wow! This was so liberating! So amazing!
I grew up in a DV household during a time when there was no support outside of immediate family to leave a dangerous situation. Thank you for adding your voice to the conversation ❤️
I think i found two Paulines, and may be mixing em' up. Hope it sorts itself out. Both are really great. The world is scary, but it needs to be done. Fly little birds, fly. Lovely words.
I feel this. Great job.
Very nicely done.
An inspiring read. Thank you!