Before you judge success, look to how
much has been overcome … Dalai lama
Lucky you got out of that house alive. Years before you could look the hurt which happened there in the eye and know it wasn’t the badness they said was in you, which drove them to it. Perhaps it would have been better if it had been physical, if actual scars you could touch had raised skin-ropes reminding you the power they wielded over you was of knives/clubs/knuckle- dusters. Had they rained actual blows down on your body, torn your flesh caused blood to flow, perhaps it would be easier then to know where blame lies. Lucky you got out of that family with any single thing intact. Against all odds you poulticed yourself back to health. The darker the rose, the sweeter the perfume.
Anne M Carson is a poet, essayist and visual artist. Her latest publications are Massaging Himmler: A Poetic Biography of Dr Felix Kersten (2019) and Two Green Parrots (2019). She has initiated poetry-led social justice projects, and is a RMIT PhD candidate in Creative Writing. www.annemcarson.com