Topic: Field of Innocence

Dove Gates

Date: 2009-05-23 20:34 EST
Laughter. Laughter that spills through memories and into dreams. The laughter of family, of friends, of enemies, of those who took what they wanted and never looked back, never once thought of the child they had stolen from.

I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now

There was happiness once. The feeling of being surrounded by love, of having everything I could ever have wanted, of lacking nothing but the motivation to make of myself whatever I wished. A family that loved me held me close, gave me everything, showed me the world ... and then they were taken away.

Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all

How strange to think that as I was becoming a woman, the world was conspiring to take away everything that anchored me in place. Father, mother, sister ... all gone. Perhaps I should have gone with them. Maybe then the pain that came after would have been given to another. I thought he was family, that he would look after me. But all he did was use me and throw me away. He sold me into a fate worse than death.

I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow,it seems colder now

I still remember so clearly the fear, the hunger, the pain. Being crowded into pens to await the auction block, knowing that even if I survived the night to come, the pattern would repeat, and I would always return there. That place haunts my memories, my dreams. I can't escape. It torments me with every beat of my heart.

Where has my heart gone?
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything

I do not know how I ever found the strength to get away, but I do know this. For every crack in my soul I mend, another remains shattered, broken beyond repair by the actions of others, the pain of the past. By the love that was ripped away from me, by the promises broken, by the torments inflicted by those who never took the time to know me, who never wanted to know me. No matter where I go, or what I become, they will linger with me ... always.

I still remember.

I will never forget ...

((Lyrics in italics are from Field of Innocence by Evanescence.))

Dove Gates

Date: 2009-05-25 04:38 EST
You know, they say that which doesn't kill you makes you strong. They're wrong. Nothing I have been through has killed me, but I am not strong. I'm broken, shattered, weak deep inside. How can I be strong when every day I have to fight to convince myself that waking is better than sleeping?

Playground schoolbell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello, I'm your mind
Giving you someone to talk to ... hello ...

When I sleep, the dreams come. The night terrors, the memories of the pens ... I hear again the frightened tears, the screams of terror, the moans of pain from those who had been mistreated. And there were many of us at a time who suffered injury at the hands of those who bought our bodies for their own pleasure. We each suffered scars that will remain with us 'til our dying days, and sometimes the worst of them are unseen.

If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
Hello, I'm the lie
Living for you so you can hide ... don't cry ...

Yet when I wake, the memories are still there, haunting my every hour. In the corner of my eye, I will see the laughing faces of my tormentors, but I know they cannot be there. In my ear, I will hear the crack of whips and the sickening crunch of flesh being beaten and bruised, and again, I know there is nothing there. I flinch from those I do not know, and even from those I do. There is only one I do not run from, and only he knows why. Because he lived it with me.

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello, I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday ...

So they didn't kill me. But did they make me strong? I do not believe that. Yes, I go on living, but only because I know in my heart I am too much of a coward to take my own life and end my torture. I cannot bear the thought of causing more pain to the one person who understands my sorrow.

I am not dead. I am not strong.

... hello ...

But I am not whole, either.


((Lyrics in italics from Hello by Evanescence.))