TORN

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Book Cover Painted by; Vickie Hurtt-Thayer

Cutting deep the scars are eternal but no one can see the scars left behind  that cut the heart. One can see a person's heart on the outside by their character for it is defined by the heart that one carries within them. 

Some have beautiful hearts, but under the carapace of ugly scars they carry their pain.

 

 

1.                                                      (Chapter One)

                                                      THE DREAMERS                                           

 

     A dreamer I was, I wanted it all, the house, the white picket fence, the family, babies. I soon would learn that with wishful dreaming nightmares can take hold, not all dreams are glitter and gold. 

     She was a dreamer, she was born a lovely child who was living in an ugly world, but she had wishful thinking as she grew into a lovely woman.

     I always believed in the other side of pessimism, I was optimistic, even as a young child I was hopeful. I believe that my strength was grounded by my attitude and outlook on life, even in times of deep darkness.

     I always turned to my internal strength to get me through, and she always turned to me in her times of darkness, she was five years younger than I. 

    

2.                                                      (Chapter Two)

                                                   DARKEST OF HOURS

      One does not know the pain and suffering a child can be hiding while they're dreaming about life.

     You would think that the neighbors, friends, family, clergy, doctors or even God would notice a young childs suffering.

     People will turn the other way even people who are your own family especially ones with reputations that they want to uphold. How could they possibly be related to children who are abused? "not in my family"...they would say. So they look the other way and act as if nothing is happening or has happened. Sad_sad indeed.

     I myself experienced this very thing from my own loving grandfather, after he found out I was abused within our church. He told me to tell no one about the incident, and after the elders from my church told me the same thing, yes_yes I felt the darkest of hours upon me.

I'm certain he meant well, he came from a generation that never talked about their problems. I turned to my grandmother for advice and help, she was the only one I trusted in my darkest hour.

 

to be cont....soon.

     

 

 

 

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