One by One
They took us, one by one, young and old.
As the child of a holocaust survivor these images never truly leave me. The dash for survival, the visceral fear, the confrontation with the monster are embedded in my genes. At times of stress the nightmare feels real.
One by one, that's how it feels. The acute knowing that I'm next, the not knowing what's next, the tension of the moment between life and death.
It takes time to emerge from the depths of hell. I do so by means of self-care and caring for others. The antidote to cruelty is love.
One by one.
They destroyed the membranes but could not eviscerate the soul. They toppled the structure but could not excavate the foundation.
We build again.
One by one.
As the child of a holocaust survivor these images never truly leave me. The dash for survival, the visceral fear, the confrontation with the monster are embedded in my genes. At times of stress the nightmare feels real.
One by one, that's how it feels. The acute knowing that I'm next, the not knowing what's next, the tension of the moment between life and death.
It takes time to emerge from the depths of hell. I do so by means of self-care and caring for others. The antidote to cruelty is love.
One by one.
They destroyed the membranes but could not eviscerate the soul. They toppled the structure but could not excavate the foundation.
We build again.
One by one.
posted by Dr. Spiegel at
7:15 AM
1 Comments:
excellent post. I once read that children of survivors usually chose "helping" professions like nurse, doctor, therapist, teacher, etc.
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