All the Unwritten Love Songs

All the Unwritten Love Songs.

This is the lesbian Love song currently not being sung, out loud, in Uganda;
The performance of Hamlet, as yet ungiven, by a Nigerian woman with motor neurone disease.
These are the Poems of fragile tenacity, unwritten, by those trapped in sex trafficking or, after 12 hour shifts in the care industry, simply too tired to pick up the pen.
This is the Opera of the unpaid carers;
The Spat Bars of Angry desperation sanctioned into silence by a state neither well nor fair.
These are the ghostly 3am Monologues, unwhispered, by those who did not survive.
This is the prime-time panel show by, for and about neuro-atypical feminists.
This is the BAFTA for the women who, rejecting the casting couch, did not get the part.

Can you hear the Standing Ovation?
Can you hear the Thunderous Applause?
Can you feel the power as, those who can, get to their Feet and Salute you?
Can you feel the Deeper love of those who cannot, but would if they could?
Can you Taste the tears, shed or unshed, for all the Love, Loss and Tenacity it takes for some of us to simply survive the day?

Tracy said it sounds like  a whisper,
Sometimes the sound of turning wheels,
It is a faltering cry on the high notes, a wild beam of undefeated light.

this is a Love song.
This is your  unwritten love Song

It resides in the deepest places
....waiting for you to push.




Chrystine Moon may 2019

SURVIVOR STRENGTHS

DISCLAIMER: THESE METHODS ARE NOT APPROVED MENTAL HEALTH FIRST AID INTERVENTIONS. THEY MAY VERY WELL BE THE RANTINGS OF A MAD WOMAN; THEY SHOULD NOT BE EMPLOYED If ANY GENTLER AND KINDER METHODS ARE EVEN REMOTELY AVAILABLE;

BUT, STILL,

There is SOMETHING I must tell YOU about SURVIVOR STRENGTHS.

Because, sometimes, when the kind friend is unavailable, when the emergency services do not arrive, when the waiting list in interminable, or, when the help that is offered is so woefully inadequate it leaves you feeling worse; When your hands cannot grip any longer and the safety net is on fire, you may need to know that there is something else....

I would like to say you can rely on this. You cannot. This terrain is dangerous and not all of us survive, but SOME of us DO. And , within our scars, there is power. It is the power that walks through FIRE, that, if it has to, swims through mud. Some of us know what it is to fashion a life raft from our own desperation, to FALL and find power in the unfurling ferocity of our wings. Don't think I'm saying this is pretty. It is not. DO know that I know what I speak of and, in the deep beat of the human heart, I offer you the access code to an indestructible source of Love.

So, should you find yourself on the precipice betwixt despair and desperation; Should CBT seem stupid or the Community Mental Health team take too long; take these wild jewels from my hands, place them into your ripped and ragged, yet, still beating heart, and, simply, refuse to die.

Refuse to die because we are not the ones who should be leaving.

And, tho you do not believe it, you have not yet used up your allocation of joy.

REPEAT: DISCLAIMER: THESE METHODS ARE NOT APPROVED MENTAL HEALTH FIRST AID INTERVENTIONS. THEY MAY WELL BE THE RANTINGS OF A MAD WOMAN; THEY SHOULD NOT BE EMPLOYED If ANY GENTLER AND KINDER METHODS ARE EVEN REMOTELY AVAILABLE;

BUT, STILL,

There are things deeper, and higher and wilder than the worst that life can show us..... & I believe in YOU........ and now you know. 

 

Chrystine Moon Jan 2019