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Poetic Pussy Craft


A journal of a woman's empowerment through the journey of life
A compilation of rants, poetry, and other folly.
Subject matter is random and vast.
Your input is not necessary within, but welcomed if done with respect.
~ENJOY~


* All material except for some pictures within are now copyrighted as intellectual property including the name Pussy Craft*

Invocation
Posted:Jul 1, 2020 7:29 am
Last Updated:Sep 18, 2023 1:33 am
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If you are new to visiting my blog, welcome.

**TIP: You never know if what I write here is fantasy or reality. That's just my style. It's not because I am fake, I assure you.Everything has a true story behind it**

This Alt blogosphere has been my home, on and off, for the past sixteen years . I met my former late master here and was married ten years. All of my love interests or lust affections during those sixteen years , were met here. Therefore, I am an Alt proponent, even albeit for the scammers and fakes we encounter and bitch about. The simple fact is, Alt is at least a place where we can meet, connect, learn, and love.

I have met some extremely amazing high quality people and not so high quality people here.
There are players, predators, and unsavories of a/ll sorts - But that is the world we live in and the break down of societal norms gives freedom for everyone to thrive. And, why focus your energy there? Simply ignore them, report them if merited, and move on .
Life is too short to waste being angry on rubbish.

But, the blogs...they are my sanctuary to write my feelings, fantasies, read others, commune, and love. It is where you get to peek into our minds and share your own with those who "get you". Th.ere was a man, that I never even contacted back,h.e told me that blogging was self masturbation and he basically saw i.t as a waste of time. Bye Felicia...

Some of my best friends in the world were met right here. You will see them posting here quite often and I love them all.
So, again...a warm welcome is extended to you to share, be a part of, and embrace the blogs of Alt.

Song addition for this post
You're My Best Friend - Queen

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Practicing the Craft of the Pussy
Posted:Apr 6, 2020 6:56 pm
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2024 3:03 pm
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People make comments about Pussy Craft. calling it clever or asking what it means...

The pussy craft is a certain power women can tap into, if they are open minded and self-aware. Each and every one of my fellow sisterhood possess this special gift - The Pussy Craft. Some may wonder in an era of political correctness as t.o why I would choose such a controversial phrase to describe women. And no, it wasn’t the man on the bus being taped and talking about grabbing them. I had given the special gift that moniker, Pussy Craft, about fift.een years ago. It dawned o/n m.e while exploring the local BDSM scene and researching, that I recognized this power in myself and other females. While exploring I also learned t.o master that power within a Master/slave relationship.

The Pussy Craft is…
1. The sum of talents that a woman has honed that round her as a person. These are not talents she developed for on.ly her partner, they also benefit her in her life including examples like; Being educated, Having a Career, Ease of talking with people, Cooking, Art, Needlepoint, Musical Talents, Fashion Sense, A sense of humour, and always open-minded so her partner can talk t.o her about anything;
2.. The ability she has mastered with any and al.l sexual acts she participates in. She has comfort t.o talk with her partner about her wants and desires, her needs and limits. She can literally make a man fall in love with her sexual energy.
3. The traits she has t.o remain steadfast, stable, and determined t.o stay as calm and devoted t.o her tasks as possible. By doing so, she calms her partner and gives them room for their creativity t.o flow.
4. Her demeanor which is pleasant, fun, witty, and a huge heart. Being interesting and intelligent are icing o.n the cake and can be done without arrogance.
5. Her need is for her mates t.o be self confident and naturally dominant because no one else could handle her strength.
6. Her big heart and how she is intrinsically a good person t.o others w.ho are less fortunate.
7. Her connections will most likely fall in love with her.


That's not t/o say th.ere isn't a Dick Craft, Dom Craft, etc. th.ere is, of course, all of the aforementioned. T.o hone a craft is t.o exercise skill in the making or doing of something. W.ho am I t.o judge?

Song for this post
Glorybox - Portishead

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The Art of Being Perfect
Posted:Jul 25, 2023 1:28 pm
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2024 8:23 am
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“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better."
Theodore Roosevelt


I have written posts, comments, and verbally conversed the point to people, for years.... Words are tools, which can be used as: helpful, encouraging, empowering, the calm in the storm, or weapons of mass destruction.
Read that again
And again
Once a word is out there, it can't be erased.

Doms say repeatedly, "You have two ears for listening and only one mouth, because, you should listen more than you speak" Sure, OK. I see that in most circumstances, but not always is he/she right. I mean, who is their check and balance, whenever they are wrong? And should he/she, in the heat of the moment, be absolved of going too far, and saying words that inflict great harm, just because they are Master/Mistress?

No

The number one priority of an owner, is to protect their submissive on a physical, and emotional level. Over critical domination is just domineering, dressed up to hide its insidious effect. You are supposed to build your submissive up, after they have humbled themselves in your honor, not leave them stranded. To do otherwise would be cruel.

“I have no right, by anything I do or say, to demean a human being in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him; it is what he thinks of himself. To undermine a man's self-respect is a sin.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupery


You know when you're being overtly critical, right? Wrong.
Most critical people do not realize it.
The following are typical justifications:
1.That's just the way I am, take it or leave it.
2. I'll be damned if anyone is going to psychoanalyze me
3. They (sub) shouldn't try to manipulate me with their emotions
4. She/he starts it, so I finish it.
5. They were disrespectful

The ideal would be that the Dom would also use his/her ears more than their mouth. They would think to the consequence of their words and actions. They would remain positive influences, and not negative criticizer. Constant criticism will breed nothing more than resentment. You better learn how to compliment twice before a criticism befalls your lips.

“When virtues are pointed out first, flaws seem less insurmountable.”
Judith Martin


Dom 101: Listen up, you fly by night kinksters, this isn't about sex. BDSM is so much deeper than your orgasm. If you don't understand every tool and word has psychological impact as well, then fuck right off. Go back to the beginning, do not pass GO

Song for this post
Fuckin' Perfect - Pink

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Effective Leadership is AWOL
Posted:Aug 7, 2022 10:29 pm
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2024 3:03 pm
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Effective leadership is the missing link for most D/s relationships. This is hard to accept if you are Dominant, because ultimately it falls on your shoulders, and that's a heavy fucking weight to carry. You see, you are human and human errors will most definitely occur.If you claim you are not superman/woman, it is an excuse.
"If a submissive fails, it is the Dom who failed" I don't know who said it, I was just told this over and over.

This is no different than running a business, with all its moving parts. You would not lose your temper with an employee and scream or snip at them when they ask a question, nor lecture them like they were 5, and yet expect them to work effectively,. Or else, you would suck as a business owner and no one would want to work for you...Why would a submissive want to comply if that was how it was? Just like an employee, she is looking for effective positive leadership.

The submissive is required to worship you and your body. You are omnipotent in your control and the sub's submission. A submissive must be selfless , in order to submit. To blame the sub, is to analogize: You have a dog. That is loyal, is always happy to see you, and gives 100% obedience overall...Do you think of the as an annoyance? Do you tell the that it should not think of you as God and be independent, like there is a switch to turn off their need of you?

You took another human being as your submissive, required them to want to be selfless and need you, but they can't be too needy? Does that not sound ridiculous to you? I mean wtf? Ive never understood Doms that say that they expect a sub to be independent and you are not God..
When I say she/he thinks you are, they go into a diatribe about this being a normal relationship other than the dynamic...?
A submissive is selfless and gives themselves to your every desire. Being selfless is what is required of a human being in order to make them able to emotionally handle submission. Re read that paragraph over and over again and again.

The only person a Dominant can relate being selfless to, is the person who raised you or a parent, They love you unconditionally. That is why it devastates a sub, if you leave them, or threaten to. You run the risks of cray cray stalkers, because of this very selflessness.

Well, hello, here is your aha moment...
You have to be a leader to finesse this human you decided to take as yours and help improve their submission, or whatever they need help doing. You have to be able to figure out their triggers, and make that aid effective, without pushing them to the edge of breaking.
Remember: "Never break your toy?"That was one of the tenets of BDSM, if you are like me and came in with a mentor and immersed yourself in learning properly (which not many of you do, just sayin; So tired of that, but I digress)

What you all need to do is work on effective management skills, for a guide on how you approach that human. When you lose your cool, you are no longer in control. Your anger is in the power struggle. Tonality is the fine line between abuse and dominance, I mean, I would imagine the ideal Dom would have been someone like the Karate 's Mr. Myagi, approaching struggles in a thoughtful manner, and calm, so situations de-escalate.

I once wrote a post and said "If you don't have control of yourself, you have no business controlling another human being, who is a living, breathing, feeling, creature" And you cannot claim to not being more responsible for a submissive, than a vanilla relationship would be based on. A vanilla relationship does not usually have that unconditional love happening...it's why there is a "gift" of submission...

Clearly, you are looking at this differently now that you have read this post, and all of us submissives can expect you to raise the bar on yourself....
Surely...

Song for this post
Emotional Rescue - The Rolling Stones

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Credentials : Honesty Is The Best Policy
Posted:Aug 21, 2022 10:09 am
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2023 3:10 pm
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Age 28
The day I won the women's 8 Ball Championship in Billiards

I felt like it was time for a little honesty.
It could be one of those Jerry Maguire moments, when he wrote the memo...Then he showed up at work and everyone loathed him? Yup, this could be that very thing. My fear precedes me, even though speaking my truth is imminent.(that's my typical sarcasm FY

Ever since being ass.aul.ted, when an avid reader read my blog, and decided to commit the R word on me, I have been very careful. Stories have developed with characters, and a bit of handwriting craft on them, to mask if they were me or not. This has been a safety measure to keep me safer. But, in a world where the terr.orists exist, I am resolved to stop fearing them. I do not feel right about hiding from them anymore.

Therefore, this is your insider key to what you find here, on Poetic Pussy Craft.
Everything on the blog is written by me, unless otherwise noted.

First, let's discuss characters:
Sasha - Based on my life in my twenties and thirties, complete with exotic dancing, bikers chasing, and pool sharking. Being a hustler and living in the drug world for a time - lots of drama and street skills. Lastly, based on also being a single mother and cleaning up, straightening out the mess. I know, its amazing I survived and I am grateful for that.

Isabelle - Based on my life for the time period since my husband/master passed while I have been working through grief and trying out other relationships. This included a short stint as a Pro D She is the character in my book I am consistently writing and tweaking.

Songs on posts - Music was my first career choice. Was a musician in college with a major in recording and sound engineering and a minor in voice. I had always been a performer in the arts including music, dance, and drawing/painting. Fronted a few bands before dedicating myself to hair. I am a literal music geek.
(My grandfather was a ragtime piano player in speakeasies and my won the mandolin scholarship from Junior Appalachian musicians. The genetic river runs deep.) I still sing on occasion on stage, all the time while working, hanging out. Know more lyrics than anyone I know

Poetry - My father was a beatnik and an English Lit Professor. He wrote for, as well as was editor, for a political underground magazine in Washington DC in the 60's, called Outcry. He made me look up anything I asked of him and mentored my creative writing throughout early years. I credit him completely for this skill.

Submission - Started for me before I could remember, was just always that way. I am submissive to naturally Dominant, strong men who are Daddy Doms, just turned out that way. I do have slave tendencies equal to my bratty ones. Gee, that's a shocker!
Have always been dominant with women, probably a product of desiring them and yet not putting up with their bullshit.
My father was the first natural Dom I knew. He was handsome, had multiple talents including cooking gourmet, being refined, dressing to the nines and dancing. He loved art and music and wrote his prose with acumen. Well spoken and intelligent. Truly a Renaissance man. I came to the local community at 32 but I was already aware of what I was.

Currently, I am writing, Pro D, and awaiting disability for some health issues related to my profession.
I am a retired 34 year licensed hair colorist, stylist extension and makeup artist.
Master certified colorist American Board of certified Hair Colorists,
Winner of Wella Artistic Competition.
Master certified in all hair extension applications and was Artistic Director of salons in Boulder and Charlotte. I have done magazine cover work, web site model work.

I ran an event company with international sponsorship all across the US for 10 years to help people with food allergies, because of my . Met Emeril Lagasse and cooked with his Was on NPR radio as a guest with the Chef on assignment for Johnson and Wales to discuss Celiac Disease. Appeared on many TV news programs, podcasts, radio shows about it as well. And chartered the first youth group for it in Charlotte. All with my late husband/master's support and encouragement.

Off that, shot meeting one of the Mountain Men, Eustace Conway. The book Last American Man, written by the woman who wrote Eat, Pray, Love, was about him. I helped him on his camp on his mountain in the mountains of NC. I cooked for his campers at Turtle Island Preserve, a bit of heaven and a whole lot of work. He was one of the most interesting people in my life and taught me many things. Look him up on the tube under Reconvergence.

Beyond that, I also have lived many places, traveled to far more. My Doms have been from other places including Norway, Uk, Australia, and Canada. Only 1 American dom. That used to be the joke/game with friends, Guess where Nikki is going next ?..I have been all over this nation of the US, the Caribbean and Bahamas, Europe and Scandinavia. Perhaps this is why I connect with people in other countries or maybe I just don't think like an American

People say I am a highly artistic, creative, intelligent woman. Perhaps so, but being so artistic and creative makes it hard to relate to people sometimes. However, it is only if they are shallow or trivial. I am a loner and always have been, because I can entertain myself in any number of ways.

And, I write and am the Pussy Craft
I hope you enjoy my mind ejaculations and other pieces of my many facets.

xx
Nikki

Song for this post
My Life - Billy Joel

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Being The Tortoise In The Race
Posted:May 7, 2022 11:58 pm
Last Updated:Jun 11, 2023 8:10 pm
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If you're like me, you entered the lifestyle with eagerness and excitement. I'm sure from the outside looking in, I was too eager. This would probably explain why It took a few years before I found my first. As we all know,, you never find it when you're looking for it. Relationships happen when you least expect it. Be that as it may, a fresh new slew of people enter the lifestyle daily. I try not to judge, and remember that I was once there too.

Just as there are people that are eager to push limits, the eager ones looking for their mate, are in some imaginary race. Let me clarify, this is no race. If it were a race, you would want to be the tortoise. Discovering who you are, and what you want takes time. You will get there eventually. Rushing to get there means you won't fully enjoy the journey. You also risk possibly finding someone for the wrong reasons

Slow down and smell the roses along the way. What do you think you're going to miss?
Do you think you have a time limit and finding a soulmate?
Are you pushing so hard to have it, that you don't pay attention to who they really are?
Are you so eager to get it that you ignore the red flags?

In the beginning, I had a slave who once visited me on the way to meet her master in England. They had been carrying on a relationship online for a few years I remember thinking if I had to wait that long that I would surely give up. She said to me, upon recognizing my eagerness, that I must feel like I'm special. It had taken her years to find the one that she wanted to be with. She also asked me Why I thought I could enter the lifestyle and find someone immediately? And how counter productive is that for a submissive?
I gave it much thought, and came to the conclusion that she made a good point.
I would and have found the right fit with the Doms I have been involved with.

Food for thought...

Song for this post
The Waiting-- Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
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The Devil Inside
Posted:Jan 7, 2024 1:44 am
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2024 3:04 pm
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You may remember Health class in school. It was where they attempted sex education. But mostly it focused on the evils that would befall us if we had sex at all. In that class, there was a section on parasites, including lice and crabs, Undoubtedly to deter us from wanting sex.. Of course, in those days, we just thought it was "Totally gross" uand info for fodder to torment classmates.

However, all kidding aside, I was never a bug person. I never wanted to learn more about anything that could crawl, much less a worm that wanted me as their host. Neither were you most likely, although boys can be boys. That was, until I moved to Colorado....
It was there that I would experience a horror, unimaginable.

Imagine if you will, you are working on the apartment, you are hot and sweaty. You turn on the AC unit and as the first air hits your face, you feel intense searing pain all over your face It becomes blazing hot, so you splash cool water on it, thinking it is the chemicals from cleaning The next few days turn into something right out of sci-fi horror movie in 3D.

First, you notice your face is crusty, and you think it was due to like a chemical burn.
Second, you start to notice these squiggly little creatures that look a bit like a worm
Third you notice a sting every time you are near one
Fourth, you notice the same worms in your food as soon as you touch or are in its pres
Fifth, you notice those worms in your saliva and nose when you blow it.
You look it up and find its a parasite and go to drugstore to buy a dewormer. When you take it, five hours later, your whole face peels off including the worms that were embedded in it from the AC unit. And every time you get them under control, you feel a sting and you start all over again.

You decide to give up and leave the premises. You stop in Kansas on the way back home and a PRN shows you how many of them are still in your feet, so you take another dewormer. They start exiting your body, you stop to use restroom and he Queen falls into the toilet By this point, you are so disgusted with yourself and the worms that you have nightmares for months after, complete with screaming yourself awake.

You took the treatments, they are gone finally. Three years goes by blissfully and one day you are cleaning your best friends house. You open a pocket door to find some mold. You start spraying it and out of the mold comes what looks like hair. But it twitches...By the next morning, you are in high alert, sitting in a corner, looking at your swollen ankles from their venomous bodies. You see, they can lie dormant for 3 years in your body until your immune system gives out or a trauma occurs.

As usual, I am rare. Only 1% of the popultion are susxeptible to acute infection by roundworms, and I am one of them. 60,000 people die every year frpm Acarsis Infection. But, you can't get a physician to treat you. I even called Duke Infectious Disease. They say they don't treat parasites
The common perceptions that have existed need to change:
1. It isb't a disease of only unclean people
2. It isn't always easy to eradicate them. Some people never will
3. Anyone who speaks of parasites coming out of them and others c,an;t see it, doesn't mean they are crazy
4. Doctos and PNA's need to stop treating everyone as if they aren't fitting in casebook study perimeters, doesn't mean you should assume they are making it up or it isn't a concern to treat

Every day, I wake to the same routine, mop the floors, vacuum, wipe down every piece of furniture, strip the bed and wash the sheets and bedspread, all in isolation. I have been eating for 1 minute each meal to get the food before they do. I shower and nap before starting all over again. I change clothes at least 3-4 times a day,

A group I joined have given up hope on doctors for treatment as well. They get their scripts from India and recommend diet of : Pineapple, Pumpin Seeds, Beets, Carrots, Raw Garlic, Green Papaya, Pomegranate, Kimchi, Sourcrout, and Bananas.
To cleanse your body also take :Apple Cider Vinegar, Oil of Garlic, Oil of Oregano, Black Walnut/Wormwood Tincture, Elderberry, and Lion's Mane.

Im sharing this in hope of raising awareness and making change

Song for this post
Devil Inside - INXS

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Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
Posted:Nov 26, 2023 9:09 pm
Last Updated:Dec 31, 2023 2:38 am
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Sasha stood up straight and poised as ever, after she had stepped out onto the sidewalk ,from the windy parking lot. End pf the season meant not many were in town, but she ws hoping for less distractions anyway.

The building sat in the middle of the large lot, looking somewhat lonely and a little sad. There were no windows as these places never did have them. No sunlight inside gave you a cloak of darkness to behave accordingly Sasha had always longed to experience the seediness and felt her flower get more damp in between her thighs. A heat emanating from the petals made her feel hot all over..

She flipped her ID out and into the man's hands at the counter and the second door buzzed her in. Sasha stepped gingerly so her heels would go unnoticed. She heard passionate moans and a gasp or two in the mix. The smell of sex was musty and dank. She reached up and tickled her hardening nipples pressing through her shirt.

She opted to go into a arcade booth eagerly seeking the glory holes she had read about. Sasha stepped into the private room and noticed the large holes. They seemingly taunted her with making her wait for her strange lollipops to appear and her mouth watered at the thought. To suck a stranger and wear his cum made her drip cream onto her thighs. An unexplainable fetish had grown in her mind. The man at the desk had whispered in 'ds ears. while Sasha disrobed in the room and watched some hot interracial porn that had Sasha squirming in her seat.

She rubbed her own sweet button through her panties and writhed on the chair , which was placed so she could watch the spaces. Suddenly one semi hard dick slid into one of her precious holes and Sasha sucked in a breath, got on her knees and crawled with a little moan escaping her lips as her wet pussy lips rubbed together. She reached the luscious hard dick dangling above her head, she made one swift motion and sucked it erotically into her throat and moaned atop it, vibrating him awake and took him erect with one caress of his balls in her hand.

She heard the man moan and felt his hips pumping to please himself on her. In her, wherever she wanted. The moment made her cum without even touching herself again Her juices dripped down her fingers and thighs and dripped off her lips as she sucked him clean, with a purrr. .

Some fantasies are exactly what you imagined.

Song for this post:
Rough Sex - Lords of Acid]
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Glory, Glory, Hail The Glory
Posted:Nov 25, 2023 11:09 am
Last Updated:Dec 31, 2023 2:38 am
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Sasha stood up straight and poised as ever. She stepped out of the car and onto the pavement of the parking lot. The building sat in the middle of the large lot, looking somewhat lonely and a little sad. The buhad no windows as these places never did. Sasha had always longed to go to a glorybox. The act of going made her sex flower get more damp in between her thighs and the heat emanating from it getting her physically ready.

She flipped her ID out and into the man's hands at the counter and the second door buzzed her in. Sasha stepped softly so her heels would go unnoticed. Sasha heard soft moans and a gasp or two. She reached up and tickled her hardening nipple presssing through her shirt.

She opted to go into a arcade rooms eagerly seeking the glory holes she had read about. She stepped into the private room and noticed the large holes there ready for cocks to appear. Sasha's beautiful full lips and mouth watered at the thought. To suck a stranger and wear his cum, made her drip cream on the tops of her thighs. The man had whispered in several regular's ears. while Sasha disrobed in the room and watched sexy interracial porn.

She rubbed her own sweet button through her panties and writhed on the chair , which was placed so she could watch the spaces. Suddenly one semi hard dick slid into one of her precious holes and Sasha sucked in a breath, got on her knees and crawled with a little moan escaping her lips as her wet thick pussy lips rubbed together. She reached the llimp dick dangling above her head, she made one swift motion and sucked it erotically into her throat and moaned atop it, vibrating him awake and took him to harder with one caress of his balls in her hand.

She heard the man moan and felt his hips pumping to please himself on her face. In her...it didn't matter, she was being used and loved the feeling. Two more slid into place and she started working back and forth on both, building her intensity and desire. The feel of controlling two of those hard thick hunks of sex made her cum without even touching herself, again and again. Her juices dripped down her thighs and off her thick glistening lips. She sucked one and stroked the other, edging them both. She craved them inside her. Being slutty and dirty made Sasha orgasm over and over on both of their lengths, leaving creamy heavenly rings around their stiff bases. Sasha finally pulled off and fucked the other, bouncing her ass against the wooden holes. Her juices dripped everywhere i9n sight...
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Healing Home For The Holidays
Posted:Nov 23, 2023 10:05 am
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2024 12:04 pm
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The last time Isabelle had stepped off the train in the beautiful country that her husband had called home, it had been a different trip and feeling. Then she was a newly bereft widow, and her world had come crashi9ng down around her, only to find she wasn't the same person anymore. Grief envelops a person, until it spits them back out to an unrecognizable reflection. It is the greatest measure of selfishness, if such exists.

Isabelle spotted her on the platform and waved excitedly. However, when Izzy had left home the day before, she and her mother had a clearing of facts. Her mother would rehash details of events, and so she began to talk about going to the doctor for depression during her and Izzy's decade long silence.

"I went and was hysterically crying to him. When he asked me what had happened, I told him how it had occurred. I was confused, as it was the second time you had decided to cut off from me" The older woman said in a victim like manner.
"Let's be clear mother, I want you to stop repeating this victimized shit. You know exactly what had happened! You overstepped my boundary by a mile, when you downloaded my hard drive and shamed me in front of the family. I mean let's be real, it was no different than a gay being investigated and made to come out to their parents. " Isabelle snipped and held her stare into her mother's eyes.
"Well, I could have done differently I'm sure" She said in defense of herself
"We all could have handled things differently, which is why this topic should be buried a while longer. But, do not ever place blame solely on me again, as if you played no part. Imagine if that had been you and I'm sure you'll understand an inkling of the betrayal I felt. " Isabelle had calmed but remained firm in her resolve.

The older woman sat stunned, and Isabelle continued, "To this day, I lock my door to my room because of that action. You will never know how much it traumatized me "
Isabelle released the conversation again. Her mother nodded and agreed, but with a sadness because she knew what she had done
.
Izzy went back to cooking the holiday meal. She smiled inside and felt relieved to finally say those words. She felt redemption and empowerment start to transition the shame she had held as traces of pain in her gut and head.
This was the beginning of healing that had taken 14 years to happen...How fitting for a Thanksgiving.

Song for this post
Merry Christmas From The Family - Earl Keene

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