Go On...

Go on...no matter the storm, no matter the deluge raining down upon your head, go on...

Go on with your bad self and see justice come to those who believe themselves above the law, see justice come to those who would seek destruction, seek to devour, to steal your joy.

Go on walking, climbing that mountain...God will give you hinds feet for high places...give you hands of strength for pulling yourself up and over the ledges, the crags...

Go on swimming in the sea of plight and grief...it is your water, your ocean to navigate, no one else's...only you and God truly know the depths, the hidden places bubbling to surface for reflection, for rest.

Put one foot in front of the other and never deny, nor imagine you are not worthy...that fight you've been contemplating putting to rest for good, remember those who will come after you seeking help, seeking a place of refuge and a rest from fear and control.

Today I take time to speak once more to those who serve our fair country in justice, in upholding the law. Today I seek answers once more, and truth be told I have struggled with thoughts of worthiness, with thoughts of whether the battles are worth the war that wages whether I fight or not. And it is that train of thinking that has me lacing up once again.

For those who have said and will continue to say, 'let it go,' 'why don't you move on with your life?'

As though we voluntarily choose to be stalked, harassed, maligned and abused outside of the relationship still. Evil never sleeps my friends, and if that sounds too dramatic to your ears, please visit your local shelter and get back to me after you have sat and listened with an open to the overwhelming number of women who have seen evil, have borne witness upon their bodies and minds of the sheer incredible capacity for evil that man can do.

And so, the fight will continue no matter how long or how far in the past, no matter how small the monster becomes in the rear view...it is with a deep disgust that I revisit and reflect upon the life I led with said evil child masquerading as an adult.

I flinch upon certain memories as they float to the surface of that vast ocean...

I shrink in horror at the mind control and brain washing implicitly inflicted during that short space of time...knowingly, purposefully inflicted...

I lay in distaste and abhorrence at the dirty, perverted sexual abuse I bore up under...

And I bring to mind those very things to spur on the need to do battle, for that next victim that even now may be experiencing, seeing, feeling, undergoing...

For the women in this area who have been summarily dismissed, blamed, shamed, or pathetically and apathetically forgotten and neglected we must fight for accountability, for stiffer laws and punishments for those who would inflict such crimes upon another person.

May your heart be strong, may your will an spirit find purchase and purpose within and without...you each have been creatively created, wonderfully made for just such a purpose as this.

God bless you this day and each day forward with love, with grace, with humility and compassion.