Monday, July 20, 2015

When I hear a survivor speak.

Sadness is not my emotion when I hear a survivor speak.
I feel gratitude to them.
I feel pride from them.
I feel power with them.
Every word made by a survivor is a solid stone in the foundation we are building on which our voices will grow.

Save the sadness for the countless still unheard.
Still silenced by their violators.
Still silenced by communities afraid to face our long histories of collective failures.
Still silenced by the ones so close who should have been the strongest pillars for raising our voices but who took on shame instead.

We are shouting ourselves whole.

(Inspired by comments posted when a friend posted the video When My Rapist Showed Up In “People You May Known” by Kevin Kantor.)