Fighting for Your Life -- but never alone
This is a poem written by someone who went through this training. I thought it described the experience very well and wanted to share it with all of you:
Fighting for Your Life
What can I tell you of this convergence?
We meet in a white room on the quietest day.
Close by an oddly empty boulevard.
Outside, shuttered shop windows grimace,
Last night's refuse dervishing down the lanes.
Good light rains from wide windows overhead.
But what I mean to say is that the good light
rises from within, as does fury. The body fights
past swells of exhaustion, led by a heart
still learning its true worth. Where such strength
had slept all this long time, I do not know.
You ask whom we fought. I can tell you the roles:
Tweakers. The crazed. Greedy ones who hunger
most for our submission. This is not the only answer.
We are menaced, too, by old words spit
Like arrows, arms twisted, bodies dragged screaming
Without voice, familial trespass, the daggers of shame.
And what I mean to say is that the spirit pinned
Can loose itself. That we find our best footing
Past the edge of accepted scripts: smile, stay silent,
Give in, give up. That one woman is buoyed by the might
Of them all. And though our battles are, in the end, won,
if we try we may remember: we never need fight alone. "
I didn't fight alone, all of those women were with me, my husband was there supporting me, the Divas were there with me in spirit!
Sometimes we forget that don't have to fight alone. I got so much out of this that I hope I can help in some way contribute something back. I wish every woman could experience this...