Writings On The Walls

The pain that reminds us that we are women is not limited to the one that fiercely arrives every beautiful full moon.

In the centre of nature’s most precious four corners, the one that embodies the strongest walls ever known to mankind also originated a different pain we have come to love. One we treasured, one we fed from the closest point that our heart beats, one we carried on our tired backs.

We fanned their egos at a very tender age, allowed them to believe that they were the alpha and omega. The bane of our existence.

This pain turned into one we can’t live with and can’t live without either.
Or so we believe.

We have lived side by side with them, in four-cornered walls. We have let them live within our sacred walls as well.

We have taken long rides with them, climbed the tallest and shortest mountains. Mastered every rock and conquered every obstacle along the blissful journeys we have taken together.

Spirit, mind and body we have shared with them. And in return they hide their true spirits, share a very calculated part of their mind but share all of their body with us.. With any of us that is willing or unwilling.

For centuries we have lived in this truth, a truth that falls in the ears of the deaf, seen by the eyes of the blind and spoken by the tongue of the dumb it would seem.

Because in this moment, as you read these words, we are still living in this truth as it continues to fall in the ears of the deaf, seen by the eyes of the blind and spoken by the tongue of the dumb.

The body we had shared sacred moments with, the one created strong and mighty to protect us is now being used as a tool of weapon against us.

Willing or unwilling.

This pain that knocks all four walls of mine every full blessed moon.. The one that  takes my mind back to my choices, back to my dreams, back to my regrets, reminds me that I am a woman who only existed to procreate with those who have been brought upon this earth through us; as I hold my stomach and close my teary eyes to sleep laying next to the body that was meant to give me pleasure and protect me.

Willingly or unwillingly.

Mariam Dainty

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