Wednesday, February 11, 2009
David's Letter To Me
I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed our visit. It was so nice to see you and touch you. I love you so much and I can’t help feeling sorrow for not being a better brother to you. I know you say the same thing but I was non-existent and hollow. I truly want to make up for the time that I’ve wasted. My tattoo is dark in it’s imagery but light in it’s meaning. My inner child is the dummy. It is broken because I was molested. It is not hanging in the store front window with shiny new clothes on it because no one would want to buy those clothes. So he is alone, maybe in a storage closet. But broken as he is and being a dummy, he became alive and was told to get up. Someone raised him, told him he was loved and wanted. So he sat up. Unable to stand on his own two feet, he listens to God with a band-aid over his mouth because it is time to stop talking and start walking. Bruised but not broken.
Well, I made it through that without tearing up. I want you to put that with the picture on your blog as part of my healing. I got to know that I’m not hiding anymore. Will you do that for me?
Break the silence! I am not ashamed of who I am anymore. Prison has made me grow up in a way that was unexpected. But make no mistake; it was all God and His Holy Spirit that did the work. I’ve just been along for the ride. Well I guess I will close with that.
Your tatt’d up brother,