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Sometimes certain kinds of trauma repeat themselves in one person’s life. Many people who had abusive parents end up in abusive relationships later. I thought I had managed to get by without falling into that, and then I did end up in an abusive relationship anyways. On the other hand, I got out relatively quickly, and in the meantime gained some insight about my mother, and what it’s like to be with someone who consistently picks the worst, most selfish, and most abusive option, even when you’ve given them many other options for getting what they want.

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It’s a shame about the dolphin
It could have been such a nice gift
A pink and gray stone carving of a dolphin
Brought back for me after a long trip
I like dolphins ‘cause they’re gentle and playful
They often represent healing
But this was all demands, it was too painful
And you never understood my feelings
(I guess it was defective)

I’d tried so hard to tell you what I was feeling
Using words, songs, workshops, and more
But I never could get you to start seeing
I’m fragile, and I’m not your little whore
So I took three stones you gave me, but loved so dearly
You used them as an excuse to tear me apart
And shattered them so you could see more clearly
What you had done to my heart

Shattered like my heart that felt shattered like your stones and felt shattered ‘til we were apart. Now the fragments are my own.

The desert rose broke in three pieces
I like it better now
Three small roses are a lot less imposing
Than one big stone and your scowl
If only you could give freely
And see that love is worth more
Than any gift or money; you know really
What you had was never yours.

I’d tried so hard to tell you what I was feeling
Using words, songs, workshops, and more
But I never could get you to start seeing
I’m fragile, and I’m not your little whore
So I took three stones you gave me, but loved so dearly
You used them as an excuse to tear me apart
And shattered them so you could see more clearly
What you had done to my heart

Shattered like my heart that felt shattered like your stones and felt shattered
‘til we were apart. Now the fragments are my own.

The rose rock was better guarded
It didn’t lose even one piece
It bounced and headed for the garden
And hid there ‘til we made peace
My father used to give me rose rocks
But he battered me too
Did my heart stay in one piece, but with the door locked
And shatter when I opened it for you?

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from Éist le mo Sc​é​al (Listen to my Story), released November 1, 2006
Written, composed, and performed by Caera

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Caera Seattle, Washington

From haunting Celtic lullabies, through laments of intense grief and pain, to songs of healing and hope, Caera’s music always contains an authenticity that can be hard to find in today’s music, or even in today’s world in general. Powerful soprano vocals blend with the bell-like tones of her brass-strung Gaelic harp to create music that carries people through life, dreaming or fully awake. ... more

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