Nailed to the Cross

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Stunned – Numb,

I peer through the veil

into the dark souls

of those

who crucify

the innocent.

 

Whose own agenda

is deeply suspect.

 

I have done nothing

to deserve such treatment.

 

I am not that much

of a fool.

 

Rake me over the coals.

 

Make connections

that don’t exist

but don’t expect me

to comply.

 

I opened my heart

And was scorned.

 

Like the bears

I seek solace, safety,

relief from violation

 

beneath the roots

of dormant trees…

 

I have been

nailed to a cross

of dreams.

 

Working Notes:

I take full responsibility for the fact that I write honestly and openly… and by doing so risk being judged and misinterpreted, but this doesn’t change the feelings of violation I experience having my politics, my relationship with nature (read: religious beliefs), and my work as a woman’s advocate scrutinized and judged so harshly by people who don’t know me personally and take my words out of context using them to condemn me.

Postscript:

I looked up the word violation. The Latin root is Volare which means to be treated violently, which is exactly how I experience this kind of invasion.

The common dictionary meanings follow:

The failure to respect someone’s peace, privacy, or rights.

To treat something sacred with disrespect

Literary definition is quite precise – rape or sexual assault

 

Postscript 2:

When I use the word CONTEXT I am referring to the separation of the particular from the whole ie – taking a word or phrase that someone has used and using it as a weapon while disregarding the rest of what was said or written.

The U.S has become a low context culture and this kind of distortion is common and “normalized” – which makes it even more deadly.