Simply Leen

it’s a story that many of you have heard before
it’s a story that each day i’m compelled to share in the hopes of ending a tragedy of torment that started long before i existed
it’s a story that many others share
it’s a story that makes folks wince, and cry, and become suddenly quiet with what i’m sure are emotions that cannot be expressed into words
it’s a story that some can’t hear…

i’m out there once more… sharing…
if you’d like to read…
me on violence unsilenced

i’m not sure where my ability to speak the truth of my story comes from
i know countless others have endured similar tales
and for reasons different as snow flakes
their stories are kept locked inside
perhaps it’s my never-ending hope that one day the torture of children will stop
and my forcing folks to be reminded that it’s happening
still
on a daily basis
to our most innocent, most precious

and how did i end up here?
moving forward
constantly
always believing in my happy ending
always fighting for “what i deserve”
where does that fight come from?
i read the following today…
“you have to throw yourself into life”
and perhaps that’s it
a relentless belief in happiness and peacefulness
i can endure the rain because i know it brings such beauty out of the landscape
i can sometimes even see the beauty in the rain itself

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last night was concert night
i’m beyond tired today
but absolutely content
the music was incredible
and a night with my daughters and C?
yeah, that too

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it’s supposed to begin raining here again
forecasted out until the 5th of march
here comes the rain
and…
here comes the sun