Sorry if this invokes nightmares. I found it at Twisty’s place and had to share. There’s nothing ghastly or gruesome here, aside from the brainswashed minds and bleached out souls of the poor creatures in the video. (I added a couple of lovely poems after the video to give you comfort, strength, and inspiration to keep fighting. Although watching the women in the film is probably all you need to rededicate yourself to the cause of women’s emotional, spiritual, physical, and political freedom.)
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Then — shuts the Door –
To her divine Majority –
Present no more –
Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing –
At her low Gate –
Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat –
I’ve known her — from an ample nation –
Choose One –
Then — close the Valves of her attention –
Like Stone –
My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell
I hold my honey and I store my bread
In little jars and cabinets of my will.
I label clearly, and each latch and lid
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.
I am very hungry. I am incomplete.
And none can give me any word but Wait,
The puny light. I keep my eyes pointed in;
Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt
Drag out to their last dregs and I resume
On such legs as are left me, in such heart
As I can manage, remember to go home,
My taste will not have turned insensitive
To honey and bread old purity could love.