The "ego" the sense of "I"

OK lets face the facts, the real, the emotional abuse the inability to think outside of an other's believes, the right to express yourself & be yourself without coming under you partners scrutiny. The right to live as they live not as they believe you should live because you are a different sex or belong to them. Why must one person work a full day then work to feed & look after someone that is capable of doing so themselves. Why does the other person get to work a full day then sit & drink beer whilst served upon? Why do women feel so lucky & happy to have these men in their lives?

Have we not learnt anything from the women's liberation movement & the rights for women that were gained. My mother when she was married forty years ago could not buy a household appliance without her husbands signature, even though she worked & had her own salary.

This amazes me...however I then look at my own married life & realise...she is me...I am her...I have turned into my mother & she into the person I thought I was. My mother is strong & independent, does not pamper to her husbands needs, does not bend to manipulative methods of dominance...why have I?

A blog that I read called Painters for Human Rights http://paintersforhumanrights.blogspot.com/ recently published the work of artist Aunia Kahn the piece "We Soon Forget" hit me on many levels, to the extent that I have decided to share it.

Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference and to seek, receive and impart information and ideas through any media and regardless of frontiers. Article 19, Universal Declaration of Human Rights©Aunia Kahn“We Soon Forget”

The inability to speak, make known or express a voice is one of the most basic and yet most violated rights often suppressed. In “We Soon Forget” although the silencing does not seem inherently violent, the inability to make known the woman’s plight is equal to mental and emotional strife and torture because she cannot freely make known any issue she may be facing.

Thank you Aunia Kahn, OMG, how that hit home. The woman in this picture could be me. I have lost my identity & my freedom & am now taking both back. I am going to be the strong woman that I believed I still was, how did I lose her? How did I become frighten to speak within my own home for fear of rejection or reprisal? How did I become a woman that cares for her man, more than she cares for herself? When did this happen? It is a shock to the system to finally stand face to face with myself & realise I don't like what I see. Not in the physical sense (although that could be improved) but in the "ego" the sense of "I" in my gut, I don't like what I see. The scars are deep, but they cannot be seen by the human eye. They are scars that will heal with time & add a richness to my life that I must be thankful for.

The King Returns - Sister lost to Disdain

MissTeaK is tall & graceful, she stands in a fluid motion, effortless & turns to face the looming entrance of the great family castle. There standing in the shadows of the doorway, she sees him. She lets out a small gasp, her heart skips a beat & she feels the heat rise to her face as she recognises her King.

Their eyes meet and she takes in the look of concern and love that shows there, the little furrow that creases his brow and the stern look upon his strong featured face. He is a handsome man, a strong man in all ways. His presence demands respect of those that look upon him. He is a King amongst men & will always be. MissTeaK knows him for the man he is, a man that loves her as no other ever has or ever will.

"MissTeaK, my Queen, you called upon the Goddess. What troubled you so that you would need her here?" he speaks the ancient language of the vampire with a strong dialect upon his tongue, it is a passionate voice, deep and exotic to the ear.

"Oh my King in your absence we have lost my sister and her followers to the one they call the Disdain. My lord I so yearn for her return and word of her safe being." MissTeaK moves towards the dark steps upon which her King stands, holding her hands out towards him, she awaits the feel of his arms around her and lets herself be carried into the great castle.

"My love," whispers King Wincent "you are safe, our family is safe. We cannot, we must not mourn those that follow Disdain of their own free will."

MissTeaK looks into his eyes & knows that what he says is true. She sighs and feels herself weaken from the excursion of her rituals.

"You are cold & tired my Queen, come let me warm you by the fire and bring your Saviour for your nourishment" he chuckles, "for even Vampire Queens must look after themselves my love."
He lays her gently upon a couch of luxuriate velvet, brushes his lips against hers & softly runs the back of his fingers across the smooth pale skin of her cheek. MissTeaK closes her eyes and feels the lull of his magic take her down into the deep rest that she needs.

A Marriage Ends

He pulls her to him
Only to push her aside
For undetermined loathing
Has settled in his gut

He hates this woman
Who has seen him at his weakest
Must rid himself of her
Constant reminder of his failure

She steps aways from him
As he tries to pull her in
For undetermined sadness
Has settled in her heart

She loves this man
Who she has supported & comforted
But knows she must rid herself
Of his own self loathing

That weighs her down
And strips her bare
Of strength and freedom
To be the woman she once was

That she will be again!!!