She comes
Love
In waves
Slowly
Surely
Abiding
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3 Comments
Individuality (@ioneindividual)
September 23, 2016 at 1:17 pmWhat could this title possibly have to do with male sexual abuse? Sounds like a female empowerment book, and there’s way too much of that already…. leaving us to suffer die and be treated like goddamn children our entire lives.
Individuality (@ioneindividual)
September 23, 2016 at 1:25 pmI want to believe in your work. I really do; but it doesn’t present itself as what it claims to be.
theAuthor
September 23, 2016 at 2:34 pmThanks for your input, You miss the entire point of the poem. It is poem about my wife and the impact of a relation in terms of healing and moving towards wholeness.
I want to be clear on one thing, I do not need anyone to believe in my work. I would like them to be encouraged by my work, challenged by my work, inspired by my work or disgusted by my work, join arms and make it OUR work
I write, speak, run our foundation, rescue people from human trafficking all because I believe in what I am doing. Believe in me and what I am called to do is internal, not external.