Run, no he will catch me.  Hide, no he will find me.  Could you help me?  Rescue me, please. Can’t you see I’m in agony?  I need you.

     Smiling, laughing, long sleeves and buttoned up shirts to hide not just the bruises but the pain that comes with it.  Verbal, physical and sexual abuse is hard to hide.  But I was good at it. It became part of my life for years, and I felt like an empty human shell inside with no self-worth.  I was hiding from the world, myself, and the pain. I wanted help but didn’t know how to reach out.  I was hoping someone could overlook the fake smile and laughter and notice the distress in my eyes and discern my hurting soul.  

     For nearly a decade I was told what to wear when I could eat or even speak. Smiling at others was forbidden.  I got accustomed looking down at my feet to avoid any eye contact.  I was always watched and prohibited to express myself freely without permission.  Thankfully, that part of my life has come to an end.  Now, I can lift my head high and smile.  I have a voice, and I can express it through my art.

     Art and my spiritual Christian journey give me an escape and offers me hope.  I’m a mixed media artist experimenting with a wide variety of mediums.  My art illustrates the pain and unpleasant scenes that deal with women’s issues with verbal, sexual and physical abuse.  My work shows an underlying symbolism of my deep spirituality and personal diversity.  I carefully place words, & quotes in my art. 

 

     Out of our mouths come praise and curses.  The tongue sets fire and can lead to destruction.  On the other hand, it can edify and warm hearts, our words matter.  It can lead to life or death.  I choose to speak life.  You are strong. You are beautiful.  You are worthy.  You are loved. Believe in who you are and find the strength within. It took me years to grasp the truth, gratefully I finally did.  I prefer to believe I am a strong woman.  I am beautiful, I am worthy, and I am loved.