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... hmmm - - - posted from the 'ghost in the machine', which is 'ME' - - - your poetry is really touching.
I am taking a break from a very hard matter [a difficult task] I have to deal with, and I decided to read through your poetry. Too bad that I can't tell you what I am going through but what matters is that I know what I am doing, and there is meaning [a point] to what I am going through.
Well, maybe I could tell you ... but first, I would like to say that I like your poetry - in that you have a real heart, real feelings that you express. I know that all people have feelings but what matters is how you express yourself because - for instance - if I don't understand what you are going through then I could misjudge you. I find that I really like your poetry because you really do express all of *you* ... I mean, you really put your heart into your words.
Now about why I took a break just to read your poetry ...
... well, hmmm, I have to read through a police report that I made three years ago. I was sexually assaulted - raped - three years ago, and now the man who committed this 'very bad deed' is now going to be put on trial because other women have stepped forward to testify against him so that justice will be done. I am currently in correspondence with a lady constable [police officer] who has now sent me, via email, the police report I made three years ago. I have to review that statement I made, and I have to really see my tragedy play out again as I read through the statement I made. So, to take a break I decided to read through your poetry.
I am sad that I did not get justice in how I expected justice to be done ... but when I was contacted, three years later, I immediately agreed to do my part for justice to be done. Choice is what counts, and I made a choice to do what is right because if I do nothing at all then evil - the bad things people do to other people - will go unchallenged and not stopped.
***I've learned that 'evil' happens because 'good men' do nothing.***
I know I am a stranger to you but from your poetry - your honest self-expression - I find that I am comforted, and buffered from the atrocity that wrecks on my nerves.
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