Recently, on a visit to the Cut-Throat Club Online I found a song that one of my fellow Cut-Throats, Sunshine, posted.
I had all but forgotten about this song until that day. I’d listened to it repeatedly all summer long.
I traveled anywhere and everywhere over the last summer and the radio blasted most of the time. I had to drive, feel the push of the clutch, the stick in my hand. I would decide when the motor revved and when it quieted.
I’d dreamt of liberation, I’d tasted it’s goodness, it smelled of sweet honeysuckle and it was good. It also came with a price. A price that I didn’t know I’d paid.
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“Who is this? Where did she come from? I don’t recognize her.” My anger bubbled and burst.
“Where am I? What happened to me? Where did I go?” Grief settled as dew on a barren soul.
The rubber met the road and I drove….hard and fast. Just not fast enough or hard enough to get away from the woman I’d become and not slow and cautious enough to find the woman I’d lost.
They said welcome back. They said they’d missed me. They said it was good to see the “real” me again.
They didn’t know that I’d died. They didn’t know that I’d become nothing more than a chalk outline.
Neither did I.
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I stood before *Jon* this week as neither the woman he’d killed nor the woman he’d created. He didn’t know that the dead can’t speak.
In my death, Tee had risen and she walked away today, for the last time, with Victory in her hands.
Each victorious step leads to another step of victory. It is you, my community here that gives me that gift. Know that.
I’ve included the music video as a memorial to her. Thank you Sunshine.
Don’t grieve for her. She’s at peace now.
I’m at the wheel and I’m a survivor.
June 20, 2014 at 20:53
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YOU AND MY NEW FRIENDS WHO ARE CATS HAVE MANY THINGS IN COMMON.
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April 10, 2014 at 14:53
Don’t know the song, but I trust you.
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April 10, 2014 at 20:11
🙂
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April 9, 2014 at 16:33
It is true, dead people do not talk. You are a true survivor.
“If you survive you can tell the story, you can go on. If you don’t survive, that’s it”. Maria Belon. Tsunami 2004 survivor
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April 9, 2014 at 16:37
Thank you Elizabeth.
I appreciate that.
Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment.
I really do.
I love the quote.
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April 9, 2014 at 15:00
Very happy for you Teela. Reminds me of this poem I wrote last October, and this song… I hope they’re encouraging!
“Ashen Heap To Phoenix”
by Ry Hakari
“…and leave no stone unturned”
is all those little children learned
while I jumped in puddles, a bird
They had said my name is “Mud”
so I said “Whoa, sounds like fun!”
and decided to live a party of one
So I am an uncultivated sapling, see?
And yet, as if I was raised exactingly
I ended up rising above them, easily
from the ashen heap as a resilient phoenix
I’m burnt, 3rd degree feelings, and I’d quit
but hell fixed my life—it’s too hard to nix!
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April 9, 2014 at 15:39
Thank you Ry,
Very apt poem and song.
My daughter loves it too.
Awesome song.
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April 9, 2014 at 12:46
You are The Phoenix Teela! Free to fly again. (Hmmm…just realized your name is Hart – Teela HEART!)
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April 9, 2014 at 13:36
Thank you Donna…..
I do believe you’re one of the biggest hearts I’m happy to be friends with.
Hugs
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April 9, 2014 at 19:03
You’ve got to stop bringing tears to my eyes girl. Gi-nor-mous hug!
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April 9, 2014 at 19:07
Hugs right back.
Gi-nor-mous ones!
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April 9, 2014 at 09:24
You rock💛💙💜😄Tee! AoA
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April 9, 2014 at 13:38
We all do AoA.
Big Hugs. 🙂
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April 9, 2014 at 06:48
Powerful, moving and wonderful, Tee. You are BRILLIANT! Hold your head high! xxx
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April 9, 2014 at 13:42
Thank you Ali!!
Big Hugs. xxx
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