Gazing below delicate feet she gazes into a thousand pieces of shattered glass, of what used to be an age old mirror, glimpses of torn memories dash through the reflection, glances, memories and nightmares all tucked safely away.
Dancing was freeing to her spirit, thrusting through her inhibitions with the disco of the era. Contests would seek her out and nightclub dancing floors became her stage to shine. Born is a dancing princess with dreams of stages and Hollywood lights, a young and aspiring model and actress with many hopes and dreams, dashed and betrayed.
He would take her, shake her, a young girl of only 18; in jealous rages for whoever glanced her way and within those irrational scenes words she had not heard before would fly from his lips as daggers to a soul thrusting her heart in tiny pieces and yet without a true knowledge of herself the words, pig, whore, ugly, useless became false truths in a young and impressionable mind.
Sunsets in Hawaii soon became a red hell with her finding solace in hiding places away from her heart. One piece of memory reflects off of a shattered piece fallen to the floor with an imprint in her soul;
It was a night to be remembered in more ways than one. This was her shining moment at the Honolulu Arthur Murray Dance Studio wherein she had earned her gold medal of ballroom dancing. With grace and in a trance she performs outstandingly, a celebration of her soul and love of dance. Her instructor and this princess danced in such graceful precision along with her becoming one with the dance. As the Tango ends the audience rises to their feet in pure applause; one magnificent performance.
Upon the long and dreaded ride home the controlling figure of a soon to be husband filled with rage and jealousy once more to set out to destroy her shining moment. This would be the first hellish night in which she would feel a fist and the fury that lives within each strike. Her clothes are all taken and thrown out of his closet and she gathers them up and leaves, at least she still has her own apartment to disappear into. The names become more and more striking as she embarks upon her departure. AH, if only she had known that this could be a fresh start, a beginning to get her dreams back, a path to free her, to get away.
Yet two days later fresh flowers are delivered to her doorstep with a card of sorrow and promises this is the last time. He pays his remorse for his actions with tears and promises, or so she thinks. She falls into the trap as prey to a predator, never to dance again....
For all you young girls out there in cyberspace wherever you are that read my words I just posted here on my blog, please know that you are beautiful dancers in the dance of life and you have the right to shine as a star for all your days and life. If someone is hitting you right now, please pick up the phone and call for help. I care about you, thousands of faces feel this pain and yet each one of your faces is precious to me and I would like your shattered mirrors and reflections on tear stained soil to be replanted as a spring flower in a fertile soil in which you are treasured and permitted to grow.
If you know someone who is being abused please email them this post. There is a reason this happened to me and by the grace of God I am here to take a stand and to empower others to take a stand too. Thank you!
You should be dancing!
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P.S. I purposely left off my company info and business information so that anyone can feel free to forward this post by email in its entirety.
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