Dear Sisters

[Secretsoul]

I'm elated to see you again
I'm saddened that it's not in the way we meant
The dreams of a world we had to ourselves
We had discussed lounging by the pool
Our summers were spent together
We played some games, took some things,
We laughed and cried with each other.

So here again dear sisters in life
We meet at a crossroads and nothing is right
.As much as we've suffered you'd thinkthis universe could have offered...
I could list a million things off the top of my head

We've lost our children, family, homes, and all our friends
We've been wandering aimlessly at times begging for death
Yet we move forward and we are together again
3,000 miles apart but it's just a piece of land
We are much more together in spirit
The guilts and regrets shatter us still
We're always our worst critics

I used to say, "we're looking forward to a brighter future.A place of peace, a refuge.
A world of our own making"
Alas, these words cannot escape my lips in spite of what we've suffered
If it really is just a linear path then is there possibly any meaning to life?
We echo this question in unison as we lay in our beds at night

We dreamed of our losses being avenged,
We dreamed of a world without abuse or neglect
We dreamed of a world where we could be free
But most of all we yearned for a note of inner-peace
Through it all we are stronger
Yet, we break down all the more
How do they consider us soldiers
While we're here crying on the floor?

The lessons we had weren't fair, but we learned fast
To control who we were; The unworthy, The defiant, The Bad.
Even among the chaos we rebelled
Perhaps because we knew all along
That beneath our hardened shells
Lay the girls we once knew long ago
The little ones dreaming of prince charming
And the ones out skipping rope

Were they murdered, forgotten, or did they just dissapear
Whatever the case who we are now is not who was once here
We knew how to love and we knew how to care
We laughed more times than we cried and we lived without fear
Were they perfect? Hell no.
We would spit out our milk, throw fits, and exclaim, "No!"

But as I said that was a time long ago
When all of our worlds knew something of love
It's been taken from those hearts
Some black and hard

Others bleeding from the wounds of yesterday's scar
Seeking a rescuer a physician of sorts
To suture it up, To cure and restore.
But that fragile soul that has kept love in it's distorted form
Is used and abused by those same people as before.
They may have different names and locations
But their themes are the same, they take, "Violation!"

We scream within with a sense of ominous knowing
That our heart will once again feel the sting
Of abandonment and longing
But that pain is worth it for the moments we spend
Wrapped in our heros arms feeling warmth from within
The deep dark abyss is easily forgotten
And even when this embrace ends, we feel it was worth it
Beat me, use me, abuse me again
Just don't take that sudden surge of "light" from within

It's a feable mechanism that keeps us feeling human
When we know we weren't wanted, we weren't chosen for something great
Those who created us did so by their sinful union
We lie in our tombs, these four walls, our long awaited escape
Trapped beyond the former seclusions
For our minds are now the cell door and locked gate

The cold black hearts now shift into position
To become the parents we dreaded dissapointing
When we were mere children
The insistent battering of cruelty and submission
Are the pains in this echo played out in our revision
The cycle is predictable and viscious

When will this centrifical force cease!
Allow the survivors our turn to speak
We've remained silent and reclusive far too long
This anger inside of us, no wait... That's wrong
The rage and the guilt, the agony, the shame
When is it our turn to win this game?
Can't we just come back from our emotional comas
And be inspired and loving, the children with vision?

I've had the same fears as you my sisters
We've lived very different lives but our outcomes are much the same
We long for a meaning and a purpose, a place to call "home"
That fabricated paradise, the home of a dad and a mom.
These words are foreign to us in relation to others
We've never known a semblence of a father nor a mother.
But we can hope through this storm that there is something
Something within us yearning to fight, something more
More than pain and isolation
More than doubts, fears, and silent frustrations
More than tears of pain... tears of joy?
Instead of doubt can we have confidence?
Instead of fear, stand poised?
Alone we may face a mountain
But together it's nothing more than oddly placed clothes
In our former disheveled closets

They've played a trick on our minds,focused us on lies
We picture ultimate authority or someone who should have been "My...
My mother,my father, my support, my rescue
My family, my friend, my lover, my refuge
The one; The one that should have left, the one who should have stayed
The one who I was counting on, the one who abandoned me

But I refuse to be beaten.
I've gone this far and might as well win this!
I'll make my own labels for me
And those who hurt us become a spec of dust on the heels of our feet
They don't hold any power and they weild a ficticious control
We can overcome these pasts, these traumas, these loses, these "homes"
We can redefine our existences outside of ourselves.
Make this planet better than we knew as kids
Then when our children come to be our age
They won't harbor this fear, this hurt, this shame
We can live in a world of peace if we believe it
Remember those magical forests of our imaginations!
But now we're adults and have a say in our futures
We can go out and shout to the world of our abuses
But we can go a step further and reach out to those hurting
Those little girls in whose eyes reflect yourself in those moments

We can take back this world a child at a time
We can put a stop to the deliberate denials
There is such a thing as neglect and abuse
I should know better than ABC or FOX News
We all know firsthand that we weren't born losers
We are not victims, we're survivors and winners
We aren't those fragile souls you sought before we had a voice
We've found our vocal cords so everyone sit tight
We have alot to say and we won't be silenced anymore
Threats are useless against us, we're already torn
Can you beat us again, or berate us some more?
Can you take something away that you already stole?
Do your worst, if you can, we're indestructable
We've been through your half-truths and we came out a Whole.

We are our family, we bound together
When no one was there for us
We found each other.
We aren't sisters by blood but sisters much deeper
We have heard each others pains and considered it strength, not a weakness.
I love you dear sisters and we will all heal
We don't have to live as though we don't have free will
As if we are voiceless and silenced
Nor act out in rages and slanders
We can come together and fight this evil
Before it comes full-circle for our children.