Valentine’s Day isn’t a favorite holiday of mine. Love should be shared and expressed every day. There doesn’t need to be a special day to show that you love, care, adore, and wish to be kind and give to your loved ones and others.
But, here we are.
Addendum: for those of you wondering about the garlic and honey, it’s a natural medicine. It has major health benefits and is rather inexpensive as well. Here’s a YouTube (one of many) about it.
Pieces of Me by Maggie Watson. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I started reading this book directly after The Keeper of the Keyby Nicole Willson, and I read about fifteen pages then. I wanted to start fresh the next day without remnants of gothic horror on my brain, and this is what I did. I like to give the books I read my full attention. This occurrence was no different.
I will never understand the mind of an abuser. I will never know how someone can knowingly attempt to damage another. Maggie shares a bit of her experience through poetry inPieces of Me, and reading through some of the poems . . . I know it took courage to do so.
Here is the review I shared on Amazon and Goodreads for it:
“It Takes Courage To Free One’s Pain
And then share it with the world. That is exactly what Maggie Watson has done with her collection of poetry, Pieces of Me.
There are many poems within this collection I could highlight, and since I am old-school, I literally highlighted phrases and made comments/notes in the margins.
Reading one’s triumph over their abuser in the form of poetry is a testimonial experience. I felt as though I was watching the writer release her pain with every poem shared.
Starting off slow, a few of the poems in the first section didn’t hit me nearly as hard as the poems in the second and last section. But I most definitely felt something–it stirred up emotions within me I thought had been buried.
I commend the writer for being vulnerable enough to share with the world a traumatic life-event that didn’t ruin her outlook on how she lives, but instead gave her the strength to fully live.”
If it were up to me, the world would be rid of abusers in every form. A book of poems such as Pieces of Meshould not have to be written. Still, I am glad the writer/author shared her experience as a form of testimony and also included other instances not directly linked to her that so many people have experienced.
The world in which we live is a horrible place under the surface. But there is always a spark, a glimmer, a modicum of love and care waiting to spring forth. I believe Maggie wants that for everyone–love springing forth. And I also believe her writing will help facilitate that.
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we’re living in the last days of working together and both of us are losing peace, but we don’t want to admit it.
she thinks my leaving would cause me to gravitate toward another or forget her or let go of what we’ve built, and I’m shouting from the highest of heights that this is false.
we are connected in a way that cannot be damaged. she knows this–holding on makes her feel like she’s letting go. “We are so much more than work-related. This environment doesn’t define us.”
and she sees, then hears those words, but fear is still a marker I have to fight. “I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. We will still be us.”
I know insecurity lies in the depths of her beating heart and at the base of her troubled mind, but I’m giving her my word.
“You can’t say I haven’t kept my word. For as long as you’ve known me, I have never disappointed you.” she admits the truth of this, yet I still have to kick through past culprits to show her I am who I say I am.
tomorrow is a day we don’t want to see. there are mixed feelings, but an inkling of happiness caresses my heart. I am changing even though I’m scared to death. I am moving on from a place I’ve known for years . . .
and she thinks the gravity of the intensity of this change will move me away from her, too. try as I might, I can only do what I have been doing.
A Cornered Gurl 
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