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Day 17 of 30: Write Your Own Lines for Fortune Cookies

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Fortunes for Survivors of Misfortune

For those of us who have survived abuse…

 

Survivors of abuse have an automatic angel of protection installed in every scar.

When you can’t sleep, the angels are busy around you.

Your abuser never sleeps soundly.

Your abuser suffers from IBS and incontinence.

Your nightmares mirror your abuser’s reality.

Your abuser has no friends, no joy, and no money.

If your abuser is your spouse, leave now, don’t look back, and take your kids with you.

If your abuser is your lover, love yourself more and leave now.

If your abuser was a stranger, your abuser is now insane.

As a survivor, your eyes will catch eyes of other survivors.

As a survivor, you will tell your story to save the next survivor.

As a survivor, silence is shaming, sharing is empowering.

Each tear you ever cried was collected in God’s palms.

God releases 100-fold blessings for each tear you’ve shed.

Don’t fear being abused again, all abusers are afraid of you.

Don’t fear falling in love again, but fall in love with yourself and God first.

Nightmares (Day 3, an Etheree Poem)

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An Etheree Poem follows a syllable pattern of 1-10 per line for a 10-Line poem.

Nightmares

Dreams

Return

Tidal waves

Swallowing me

Whole. No lifeguards out

Swimming in slow motion

Breathe one last breath before death

Screaming, gulping, emerge, crying

I awaken to a damp pillow

Wipe wet eyes and pray, “Stop COVID19.”

Back to School Nightmares (BTSN)

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My friend said he’s still having nightmares

After 23 years teaching

I thought

Every year of my entire teaching career

Before returning to my classroom

BTSNs devour my sleep

I’ve misplaced my classroom

I can’t talk when the students say hello

All the preparation is suddenly gone

My shoes are missing

I wore pajamas instead of my new clothes

A boy hits me and I hit him back

The principal decides to fire me

My lunch is rotten

My car is stolen

My alarm awakens me

I’m thinking I’ve found my car

But all I find is it’s time to wake up

And I haven’t even

Fallen asleep