I woke up yesterday morning and in my mumble of sleep managed to speak something of worth from my dream to David. I had a dream of setting up a project called Breaking Broken. The idea is that survivors of CSA who have felt broken by their experiences get to break the brokenness through rap. Break beats. I don’t really know what those are; I just know that I woke up with a burning idea I didn’t want to lose. I am not a rapper, but I love poetry and song and the written word. Rap is a dialect I have yet to learn. Brokenness is my mother tongue. I’m willing to marry the two, and see what is created. Will you try too?
Break the brokenness – I am not imagining that this ‘breaks’ as in cuts off or ends the brokenness so many of us feel; rather, that this action may break open the brokenness within us – break open the already broken pottery that is us – and through that exposure, bring much-needed healing. A pot restored from shattered will never look the same as a pot never broken. But it is my belief that the broken and restored pot is more beautiful. Beauty from brokenness. Check out nozomiproject.com. Humbling. Beautiful. And watch the whole of their video. I cried with them.
So far, I have no Breaking Broken, but I do have some scattered pieces of thought. Maybe if I can lay out all my thoughts like pottery puzzle pieces… I can finally put my self together. Maybe for the first time.
You took all I had
Took all I was.
Broke me apart.
Laughed at my shards.
Stole my heart from within: the treasure I should have held
Then trampled me like a maddened bull. and crushed my identity.
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