{"id":519,"date":"2024-10-18T20:55:13","date_gmt":"2024-10-18T20:55:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/justcareforall.life\/?page_id=519"},"modified":"2026-03-19T21:52:07","modified_gmt":"2026-03-19T21:52:07","slug":"elementor-519","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/justcareforall.life\/?page_id=519","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 2, Banished Me"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Our Past: Rupturia
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We Once Were One:
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Grief can be the garden of compassion.<\/p>\n

If you keep your heart open through everything,<\/p>\n

your pain can become your greatest ally<\/p>\n

in your life’ search for love and wisdom.<\/p>\n

–Rumi. 1207-1273.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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When I protested,<\/p>

the establishment retaliated<\/p>

‘n judged me the problem,<\/p>

condemned my best qualities<\/p>

‘n held them against me.<\/p>

Denied life-care services, I began to die.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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\u00a0<\/p>

The more I pled,<\/p>

I was deemed seditious ‘n unworthy;<\/p>

my rights were revoked.<\/p>

Trauma by injustice<\/p>

fractured my heart<\/p>

‘n tore time apart.<\/p>

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I choked in wordless agony<\/p>

as my self was desecrated,<\/p>

oppressed ‘n mauled.<\/span><\/p>

They thereby perpetuated<\/p>

their cult of cruelty and savagery,<\/p>

sustaining themselves on my misery.<\/p>

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Cruelty just kept on taking<\/p>

while the state perpetrators,<\/p>

immune to accountability,<\/p>

licked their fingers<\/p>

as they gorged on my flesh<\/p>

and devoured my humanity.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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The duty of youth is to challenge corruption.<\/p>\n

–Kurt Cobain. 1967-1994.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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\u00a0<\/p>

There may be times when we are powerless\u00a0<\/p>

to prevent injustice,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.<\/p>

–Elie Wiesel. 1928-2016.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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\u00a0<\/p>

Take chances, make mistakes. That’s how you grow.<\/p>

Pain nourishes your courage.<\/p>

You have to fail in order to practice being brave.<\/p>

–Mary Tyler Moore. 1936-2017.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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\u00a0<\/p>

It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die,<\/p>

than to find those who are willing\u00a0<\/p>

to endure pain with patience.<\/span><\/p>

–Julius Caesar. 44-49BC<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Find a place inside where there’s joy, <\/p>\n

and the joy will burn out the pain.<\/p>\n

–Joseph Campbell. 1904-1987.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Whoever is spared personal pain must feel himself <\/p>\n

called to help in diminishing the pain of others.<\/p>\n

We must all carry our share of the misery <\/p>\n

which lies upon the world.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/p>

Without Justice,<\/p>

my tide of need rose<\/p>

‘n worries swelled;\u00a0<\/p>

pain ebbed ‘n flowed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

I fought to survive,<\/p>

but was not strong enough.<\/span><\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

I cannot remember what happened<\/p>

to the Lady of Justice–it is too painful.<\/p>

But I know too well, those who replaced her.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Alienation, bullying, pain ‘n terror<\/p>

had achieved its goal:<\/p>

It beat individuality<\/p>

‘n sovereignty right out of me,<\/p>

‘n smeared my unique signature.<\/p>

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Their loucheness left me nameless,<\/p>

with the ultimate goal<\/p>

of destroying our unity.<\/p>

For what starts within,<\/p>

inevitably extends without.\u00a0<\/p>

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Shucked, husked ‘n scrubbed<\/span><\/p>

by an elusive, exclusive, fake, ‘We,’<\/p>

who tossed me like a skinned hide<\/p>

on a pile of pelts of undesirables ‘n deplorables,<\/p>

bundled for deportation by the\u00a0<\/p>

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\u00a0<\/p>

I assess the power of a will by how<\/p>

much resistance, pain, torture it endures<\/p>

and knows how to turn to its advantage.<\/p>

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Death is the king of this world: ‘It is his park<\/p>\n

where he breeds life to feed him.<\/p>\n

Cries of pain are music for his banquet.<\/p>\n

–George Elliot. 1819-1880.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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\u00a0<\/p>

There is always light,\u00a0<\/p>

if only we’re brave enough to see it.<\/p>

If only we are brave enough to be it.<\/p>

–Amanda Gorman. Born 1998.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Power concedes nothing without demand.<\/p>\n

It never did, and it never will.<\/p>\n

–Federick Douglas. 1818-1895.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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\u00a0<\/p>

It is the first responsibility of every citizen<\/span><\/p>

to question authority.<\/span><\/p>

–Benjamin Franklin. 1706-1790.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Banished!<\/b><\/p>

My best traits that made me, ‘Me,’<\/p>

suddenly disqualified me<\/p>

from protection under, ‘We.’<\/p>

Sentenced–Excoriated–by\u00a0<\/p>

the new Combative Courts of Conformity<\/p>

for speaking out against their lies and deceptions,<\/p>

capitalization ‘n merciless marketing of the human cell<\/p>

transforming us into profit pods with<\/span><\/p>

extraction at any cost.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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I was desperate to regain what I had lost<\/p>

but what little remained of me\u00a0<\/p>

continued to crumble ‘n decay.<\/p>

reducing my capacity to fight\u00a0<\/p>

and to search for my lost vessel.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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A beautiful thing never gives so much pain<\/p>\n

as does failing to hear and see it.<\/p>\n

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Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses<\/span><\/p>\n

yearning to breathe free, <\/span><\/p>\n

the wretched refuse of your teeming shore,<\/span><\/p>\n

send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

I lift my lamp beside the golden door.<\/span><\/p>\n

–Inscription on the Statute of Liberty, <\/span><\/p>

perched on the, ‘Island of Tears.”<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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The destination of the deportation is annihilation.<\/span><\/p>\n

–Talaat Pasha, The Worst Criminal of WWI<\/p>


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And soon, too soon, we part with pain,<\/span><\/p>

To sail o’er silent seas again.<\/p>

–Thomas Moore. 1779-1852.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Arms ‘n legs chained ‘n shackled.<\/p>\n

Deported on an automated barge,<\/p>\n

over rough seas to a distant island.<\/p>\n

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For days, weeks,<\/p>\n

I sailed, rocked, puked, turned ‘n tossed;<\/p>\n

cast amidst the strewn debris of loss;<\/p>\n

sky darkened as light disappeared;<\/p>\n

no day, only night remained.<\/p>\n

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Hence, there was no way<\/p>\n

to measure my stay;<\/p>\n

attorned ‘n dazed<\/p>\n

endless darkness,<\/p>\n

wayward sea.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Pain–Linear:<\/b><\/p>

The attacks–harassment,\u00a0oppression,<\/span><\/p>

threat of ‘n actual\u00a0<\/span>violence<\/span><\/p>

–pack the power<\/p>

to banish the survivor<\/p>

from life, history ‘n time.<\/p>

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Hurting, sucked backward<\/p>

into the suffocating withdrawal<\/p>

induced by the vacuum of pain.<\/p>

Hurtling into space, as we shrink<\/p>

along the lines of its vanishing point,<\/p>

spinning ceaselessly in diminishing perspective.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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For we are born in other’s pain<\/span><\/p>

and perish in our own.<\/p>

–Francis Thompson. 1859-1907.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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There is a pain–so utter-It swallows substance up–<\/span><\/p>

Then covers the Abyss with Trance–<\/p>

So memory can step<\/p>

Around–across–upon it–<\/p>

As one within the Swoon–<\/p>

Goes safely–where an open eye–<\/p>

Would drop Him–Bone by Bone.<\/p>

–Emily Dickinson Gorman. 1830-1886.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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And a woman had spoke, Tell us about Pain.<\/p>\n

And he said,<\/p>\n

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses<\/p>\n

your understanding.<\/p>\n

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its<\/p>\n

heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.<\/p>\n

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the<\/p>\n

daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem<\/p>\n

less wonderous than your joy;<\/p>\n

And you would accept the seasons of your heart,<\/p>\n

even as you have always accepted the seasons that<\/p>\n

pass over your fields.<\/p>\n

And you would watch with serenity through the<\/p>\n

winters of your grief.<\/p>\n

Much of your pain is self-chosen.<\/p>\n

It is the bitter potion by which the physician within<\/p>\n

you heals your sick self.<\/p>\n

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy<\/p>\n

in silence and tranquility:<\/p>\n

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by<\/p>\n

the tender hand of the Unseen,<\/p>\n

And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has<\/p>\n

been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has<\/p>\n

moistened with His own sacred tears.<\/p>\n

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Pain–Cyclical:<\/b><\/p>\n

Or, in this devastating spiral,<\/p>\n

we are sucked up into the Gravitron.<\/p>\n

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Survivor and aggressor on opposite sides,<\/p>\n

pressed against its brim; fluttering;<\/p>\n

accelerating nowhere, fast;<\/p>\n

our necks strained, our arms pinned<\/p>\n

by the whirlwind of pain, anger and fear.<\/p>\n

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Unable to reach out, touch, embrace,<\/p>\n

stuck in the inhumane, either spinning up,<\/p>\n

infinitely away from everyone we love,<\/p>\n

or, down, toward its dense,<\/p>\n

oxygen-deprived vortex.<\/p>\n

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When the floor drops<\/p>\n

from beneath our feet,<\/p>\n

our dehydrated remains remain pinned;<\/p>\n

immune to gravity, we hang.<\/p>\n

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Suspended in our unsought destination<\/p>\n

in the realm of the malformed,<\/span><\/p>\n

gripped by its invincibility,<\/p>\n

and its invisible web,<\/p>\n

wrapped in cellophane,<\/p>\n

in the ceaselessly spinning<\/p>\n

centrifuge of lifelessness. <\/p>\n


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Either horror, either trajectory,<\/span><\/p>\n

we are arrested in the alienation <\/p>\n

of Adversarial Americanism. <\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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I was jolted back;<\/p>\n

the boat bumped hard against a sandbar.<\/p>\n

Off-boarded in chin-deep waters.<\/p>\n

I realized I had crossed<\/p>\n

a dark sea of pitch-black tar.<\/p>\n

Warm, inviting but deadly.<\/p>\n


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Instinctually, I waded <\/p>\n

toward shallower waters, <\/p>\n

the waves pounded on my back<\/p>\n

‘n ushered me along  in uncertainty.<\/span><\/p>\n


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I stood,<\/span><\/p>\n

dripping on shore,<\/span><\/p>\n

in the soup of sorrow,<\/span><\/p>\n

as the slugs of tar slid off me<\/span><\/p>\n

then wiggled back to the sea of misery.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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To be nobody but–yourself–<\/p>

in a world which is doing its best, night and day,<\/p>

to make you everybody else–<\/p>

means to fight the hardest battle<\/p>

which any human being can fight<\/p>

and never stop fighting<\/p>

–E.E. Cummings. 1894-1962.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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If you are neutral in situations of injustice,\u00a0<\/p>

you have chosen the side of the oppressor.<\/p>

–Desmond Tutu. 1931-2021.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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\u00a0<\/p>

Never be afraid to raise your voice for\u00a0<\/p>

honesty and truth and compassion against<\/p>

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Our Past: RupturiaChapter 2: Banished Me We Once Were One: Half of the Sum\/Short of the Whole Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’ search for love and wisdom. –Rumi. 1207-1273. When I protested, the establishment retaliated ‘n judged me the problem, condemned my best qualities ‘n held them against me. Denied life-care services, I began to die. \u00a0 The more I pled, I was deemed seditious ‘n unworthy; my rights were revoked. Trauma by injustice fractured my heart ‘n tore time apart. \u00a0 I choked in wordless agony as my self was desecrated, oppressed ‘n mauled. They thereby perpetuated their cult of cruelty and savagery, sustaining themselves on my misery. \u00a0 Cruelty just kept on taking while the state perpetrators, immune to accountability, licked their fingers as they gorged on my flesh and devoured my humanity. The duty of youth is to challenge corruption. –Kurt Cobain. 1967-1994. \u00a0 There may be times when we are powerless\u00a0 to prevent injustice,\u00a0 but there must never be a time when we fail to protest. –Elie Wiesel. 1928-2016. \u00a0 Take chances, make mistakes. That’s how you grow. Pain nourishes your courage. You have to fail in order to practice being brave. –Mary Tyler Moore. 1936-2017. \u00a0 It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing\u00a0 to endure pain with patience. –Julius Caesar. 44-49BC Find a place inside where there’s joy,  and the joy will burn out the pain. –Joseph Campbell. 1904-1987. Whoever is spared personal pain must feel himself  called to help in diminishing the pain of others. We must all carry our share of the misery  which lies upon the world. —Albert Schweitzer. 1875-1975. \u00a0 Without Justice, my tide of need rose ‘n worries swelled;\u00a0 pain ebbed ‘n flowed.\u00a0 I fought to survive, but was not strong enough. \u00a0 I cannot remember what happened to the Lady of Justice–it is too painful. But I know too well, those who replaced her. Alienation, bullying, pain ‘n terror had achieved its goal: It beat individuality ‘n sovereignty right out of me, ‘n smeared my unique signature. \u00a0 \u00a0 Their loucheness left me nameless, with the ultimate goal of destroying our unity. For what starts within, inevitably extends without.\u00a0 \u00a0 Shucked, husked ‘n scrubbed by an elusive, exclusive, fake, ‘We,’ who tossed me like a skinned hide on a pile of pelts of undesirables ‘n deplorables, bundled for deportation by the\u00a0 voyageurs of depravity. \u00a0 I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage. –Friedrich Nietzche. 1844-1900. Death is the king of this world: ‘It is his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet. –George Elliot. 1819-1880. \u00a0 There is always light,\u00a0 if only we’re brave enough to see it. If only we are brave enough to be it. –Amanda Gorman. Born 1998. Power concedes nothing without demand. It never did, and it never will. –Federick Douglas. 1818-1895. \u00a0 It is the first responsibility of every citizen to question authority. –Benjamin Franklin. 1706-1790. Banished! My best traits that made me, ‘Me,’ suddenly disqualified me from protection under, ‘We.’ Sentenced–Excoriated–by\u00a0 the new Combative Courts of Conformity for speaking out against their lies and deceptions, capitalization ‘n merciless marketing of the human cell transforming us into profit pods with extraction at any cost. I was desperate to regain what I had lost but what little remained of me\u00a0 continued to crumble ‘n decay. reducing my capacity to fight\u00a0 and to search for my lost vessel. A beautiful thing never gives so much pain as does failing to hear and see it. –Michelangelo. 1475-1564.   Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,  the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door. –Inscription on the Statute of Liberty,  perched on the, ‘Island of Tears.” The destination of the deportation is annihilation. –Talaat Pasha, The Worst Criminal of WWI \u00a0 And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again. –Thomas Moore. 1779-1852. Arms ‘n legs chained ‘n shackled. Deported on an automated barge, over rough seas to a distant island. For days, weeks, I sailed, rocked, puked, turned ‘n tossed; cast amidst the strewn debris of loss; sky darkened as light disappeared; no day, only night remained. Hence, there was no way to measure my stay; attorned ‘n dazed endless darkness, wayward sea. \u00a0 Pain–Linear: The attacks–harassment,\u00a0oppression, threat of ‘n actual\u00a0violence –pack the power to banish the survivor from life, history ‘n time. \u00a0 Hurting, sucked backward into the suffocating withdrawal induced by the vacuum of pain. Hurtling into space, as we shrink along the lines of its vanishing point, spinning ceaselessly in diminishing perspective. \u00a0 For we are born in other’s pain and perish in our own. –Francis Thompson. 1859-1907. \u00a0 There is a pain–so utter-It swallows substance up– Then covers the Abyss with Trance– So memory can step Around–across–upon it– As one within the Swoon– Goes safely–where an open eye– Would drop Him–Bone by Bone. –Emily Dickinson Gorman. 1830-1886. And a woman had spoke, Tell us about Pain. And he said, Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wonderous than your joy; And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief. Much of your pain is self-chosen. 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