I remember when I sold my soul to the devil and I remember when I was given the gift of life….again. On the day I signed the contract and left my innocence behind, I remember the darkness that filled the void. It was a rainy day and all it took was one sip of that liquid poison and I was hooked. My worth was slowly beaten out of me by the men I looked to for love. I remember when addiction ran through my veins so strong and the demons I had buried deep would creep into my conscious from time to time to keep me sick. I was spinning out of my mind, trying to grasp something that reminded me of who I once was. I remember that day when I hit rock bottom and I was left with nothing but the broken pieces of me. My body’s cries for help were more than I could endure and I was toying with death, feeling it closer and closer. I remember when I could not fight another fight and then I finally let go. I remember the day when I turned my back on the devil, burning the contract with the bottle. I remember I was so desperate to feel something, anything, and that day was the day when I let it all go and fell to the ground with nothing to break my fall. Laying there….bloody, broken, and beaten down. I remember the day when a stranger washed my wounds and helped me stand. With her soft presence she took my hand and led me to water. I will always remember this angel who saved my life with her kindness.
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The Howling Woman's Words
These are my most vulnerable words. Upwelled with fierce intention. So I may stand here, before you, naked. These words come from the dark crevices of deep feelings, thoughts, and desires. With that, I invite you to crack your heart open and dive into the deep.