Category: Pearl

Monday, October 19, 2020  How Little Pearl (LP) was nurtured?  First of all, I do know there were positive moments and blessings within my family. There were good times with my mother, although I have difficulty remembering them. She always packed lunches for school until we were old enough to do it ourselves, had a… Continue reading Mom, Pearl’s Years

There was a distinct vision of how this blog was going to be set up and ran, and here we are, only in the second week and it’s already blown.  There were posts written and in the queue, but something much more urgent came up that I feel compelled to address. I had the honor… Continue reading A Plea

10/14/20 Cast of Characters In My Mind Have you ever heard of dissociation? It’s actually a spectrum and almost all people haveexperienced it to one degree or another. On one end is ‘highway hypnotism’. That’s when aperson is driving and gets to their destination safely and on time but doesn’t remember everymoment of the route.… Continue reading Dissociation

Mon. 10/12/20 HI! I’m Pearl, pleased to meet you!I hope you’re doing o.k.?I’d like to tell you a bit about this blog . . .I have a lot to say and since I’m not all that socially adept or verbally eloquent at this point in mylife, writing it’ll be. (I firmly believe God gave me… Continue reading Hi, I’m Pearl.

Hi! My name is – well – proper names are not important here. Who we are is, though, so I’ll just describe myself as a beautiful-warrior-princess-guru-dog-blessing. Yeah, that sums me up well. Even though my heart technically stopped beating several weeks ago (from when this was originally written) I still have one last pearl of… Continue reading Beautiful’s Story

Resurrection Oppression – like a malevolent lover, settles back around me. It’s darkness wraps me up, insinuating itself into my limbs. It slides itself inside of me to release it’s poisons and acids, and I feel it within me, filling up all the available spaces. After years of this affair the acids gnaw at my… Continue reading Resurrection

Staring into darkness, watching shadows fall –empty heartbeats echo down the dark and endless hall.Starry dreams are crumbling, crashing quietly to the ground,only to be trampled on then yearning to be found. Fractured psyche, broken trust, leaving only fear,Shredded heart, silent screams, crying without tears.All the times, all the lies, all the damned illusions –‘Loving’… Continue reading Picking Up The Pieces