tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921323834562941074.post2692576930446245497..comments2023-06-10T05:08:29.974-05:00Comments on Poetic Justice: Vintage 1990Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986014894382899336noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921323834562941074.post-39796550113681087172009-01-15T17:45:00.000-06:002009-01-15T17:45:00.000-06:00Very well done. So often we become stuck in the ...Very well done. So often we become stuck in the time and space of that which we can not really face. There are many grown women stuck at 13 today because of such a traumatic experience. Although they may go on. . . we often see the 13 year old in them resurface in many aspects of their lives. I was raped at 13. For years, much of my behavior was that of a teenager needing to be loved and understood; needing to be healed. One day, I made up my mind I wanted to grow up. I forgave my perpetrator, I forgave myself for the anguish I had put myself, family and friends through . . and I do believe that God heard my prayers and thus I'm now 45--maybe 22 on second thought (lol).<BR/><BR/>Blessings Dear Dan! Thanks for another powerful story!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921323834562941074.post-10431824876886410532009-01-15T17:44:00.000-06:002009-01-15T17:44:00.000-06:00Very well done. So often we become stuck in the ...Very well done. So often we become stuck in the time and space of that which we can not really face. There are many grown women stuck at 13 today because of such a traumatic experience. Although they may go on. . . we often see the 13 year old in them resurface in many aspects of their lives. I was raped at 13. For years, much of my behavior was that of a teenager needing to be loved and understood; needing to be healed. One day, I made up my mind I wanted to grow up. I forgave my perpetrator, I forgave myself for the anguish I had put myself, family and friends through . . and I do believe that God heard my prayers and thus I'm now 45--maybe 22 on second thought (lol).<BR/><BR/>Blessings Dear Dan! Thanks for another powerful story!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921323834562941074.post-81936706475842174422009-01-14T09:07:00.000-06:002009-01-14T09:07:00.000-06:00Wow... very strong and moving. And dark. I like th...Wow... very strong and moving. And dark. I like the last line very much. Well done, Dan!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921323834562941074.post-11860833143046180902009-01-12T12:25:00.000-06:002009-01-12T12:25:00.000-06:00Such great imagery! Wow!Such great imagery! Wow!Angie C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17634226970282416974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921323834562941074.post-44377577785061703512009-01-12T05:43:00.000-06:002009-01-12T05:43:00.000-06:00Haunting, dark. Good one!Haunting, dark. Good one!Jo Janoskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09206890846490911655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921323834562941074.post-18191944597397553572009-01-11T21:09:00.000-06:002009-01-11T21:09:00.000-06:00You did well with the picture-story prompt. The w...You did well with the picture-story prompt. The ways in which we bury our past, and hide in the future! <BR/><BR/>Your title is ironic in the fact, I just gave my husband a T-shirt for his fiftieth b-day! Imprinted Authenic Vintage 1959 Original! :)Jo A. T.B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06925256842521954260noreply@blogger.com