Numb, The After Effect Of Abuse

Rape, mutilation, abuse, and theft are the natural outcome of a world in which force rules, in which human beings are objects. – Chris Hedges

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Beliefs thrust upon others
Everything black
A world shattered
A home destroyed
Emptiness is all that remains
It’s your blood in my veins
Tell me how I’m meant to forget
To continue as nothing happened
Feeling less than whole
About taboos
Emotions are suppressed
Trauma can’t be forgotten
But in the process of healing

It’s time to have honest conversations about those sensitive topics that many look away from. Our body is our home, how dare you rob us of our sanctuary. Violated, unfamiliar, left with feelings of renting an unknown vessel, when in actuality, we’re the sole owners. There’s no beauty left around these parts anymore, not since that fatal incident. Kind conversation confused for flirtation, a friendly rejection followed by fright, a firm no was ignored and an act of violence occurred. Using makeup to cover the pain, desperately decorating a broken individual, yet all that appears is the colour black. Colour drained.

Let’s journey back to that frightful night. A young girl with a twinkle her eyes looking up at her role model but power was abused. Fast forward twenty minutes, those same eyes were replaced with darkness. Confusion of what happened, hatred towards the body, anger inhabited her, those meant to protect were the same ones who violated her. Who knew the demons resided in the same household? Spirit crushed, potential destroyed, left with trust issues for the opposite sex. How was she meant to survive this ordeal? Too scared to speak up, kicking herself, why? Why was this happening? Pity and shame were the faces that looked back once she revealed the truth. A touch that she hadn’t permitted, reduced her to nothing in the eyes of those around, she once thought the same. Broken but in the process of healing, refusing to admit defeat.

In an unjust society, no wonder I look toward the system in disappointment – cases dismissed, victims interrogated, disgracing their virtues – taking matters into our own hands seems like the only option. Preferring the safety of denial than comprehending the truths that wander the world brings justice to none. Living in a society that wears a mask to hide their insecurities, to feel comfortable about themselves, it’s a privilege to see a soul; regardless whether it’s broken and in need of repair. Prettiest of all flowers, stay strong and bloom from the pain that you feel. The dark clouds shall clear, the cries will be heard, have no fear we are the lions that shine resilience.

I pray you never let it break you.

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How do you heal from difficult situations?

Until next time, stay fabulous,



  1. August 8, 2017 / 5:55 pm

    Wow powerful writing. What inspired it? I think it depends on the situation. From the content of the post I would not know how I would deal with that and prey that I wouldn't have to and prey for those that have experience such circumstances. I have though dealt with cold just down right horrible people riddled with jealousy. I just try to stay positive and not entertain their sad behaviour. Great Post Tajinder. Im now following you on blogovin so I can keep up with your interesting post : ) xo


    • Tajinder Sandhu
      August 14, 2017 / 3:13 pm

      Thank you Juanita. I was inspired by a poetry piece and Ted Talks video. I definitely agree, positivity and prayers are a good way to handle situations. Aww, thanks girlie, I'll follow you back.


  2. August 9, 2017 / 7:41 pm

    This was beautifully written! and ultimately healing from difficult situations for me takes time, patience and self love and acceptance. I try and let my emotions do what they need to do and give myself space and time to heal.

    The Quirky Queer

    • Tajinder Sandhu
      August 14, 2017 / 3:15 pm

      Thank you Izzy, appreciate that. Time is always needed to heal but definitely agree with self-love and acceptance as we can be our own biggest critic, instead we should channel that energy into becoming our own biggest cheerleader.


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