You Stole My Innocence

His lips touched mine; bitter, wet and stale.  The lingering scent of his body reminiscent of hovering flies gazing upon sweet lies.  He caressed my inner thigh and looked into my eyes unafraid and unmoved by my trembling fear.  I lay there motionless and naive, thinking of how much I wanted to hide in an abyss of comfort and love.

“This will make you feel good” he promised.  The first time a man I trusted offered me a promise, so broken and untrue.  “You will be okay” he pledged.  My eyes burned with sorrow, my heart etched with pain as his undesirable intrusion entered my innocence.

This must mean that every man that glances at me has preying eyes, and a broken promise to offer my damaged soul.  Is it true that my body is not a temple but rather a used shack for your pleasure?  Every time I see your smile it haunts me, your repulsive touch makes me want to run and hide from your meadow of treachery.  The tone of your disloyal voice makes me hate everything I am.

I trust no one because of you.  I will not ever know what it is to make love.  Because you raped me.

Curly Miri © 2013

*A piece inspired by a discussion with a female relative.  My heart goes out to every woman who has ever experienced such a frightening ordeal.  My hope is that you find comfort, love and peace.

Love & Laughter,
Curly Miri


Thursday Treats

Mister and I have moved into our new home.  Working on our home’s interior design and décor has been absolute bliss.  We’re loving the space as we were previously in a 1 bedroom apartment so we’re grateful and happy to be in our 4 bedroom Villa.

It has been quite the journey.  I met Mister only three hours before boarding a plane and when I think back on our personal and professional experiences I am in awe.  Within four years we have built a business together, helped the youth of our community, and we’ve maintained a strong and loving relationship.

It has not been easy and honestly I have had doubts, but I always trusted that there was a bigger plan and I have not ever doubted his love.  Over four years ago I was at a crossroads.  Meeting Mister has changed my life for the better.  I no longer hurt from the past nor do I dwell upon the people who hurt me.  Personally, I do not think time is a healer of hurt rather the relationships and environment I have immersed myself into has enabled me to progress with a healthier mind set.  I have not settled for less than I deserve.  In essence, I had not imagined that I would be where I am today without knowing what it is to be loved by Mister and my family.  My heart is grateful for what we have done together.

My favourite corner of our bedroom. Rattan chair, inspirational cushion, sunlight, the breeze and a great selection of books.


Favourite wall of our home.


My handsome nephew who is the inspiration for my first Children’s Book celebrated his 1st Birthday recently.  He is quite the character, extremely cheeky, quick-witted and funny.

Beautiful nephew, Elijah.

Elijah’s birthday celebration.


It is Spring in the Southern Hemisphere.  These gorgeous Orchids are from Tomuri & Co. Floral Design.
3 for $10!  Looking lovely in our living room.



I am an Op Shop/Thrift Store lover.  I have found beautiful vintage, retro and antique pieces.  This spinning wheel was purchased for $35 and is a great addition to our living room space.



I do not dream often but when I do I wake up convinced that whatever occurred in my dream must have happened or is of somewhat relevant to what is happening in my life right now.  I was in Samoa working in the rice field as a slave in the early 1900’s.  Mister and I had been separated as the boat we travelled on capsized.  In the blistering heat, frustrated, tired and with no absolute hope I continued to work for years in the rice field not knowing what had become of Mister.  One day, Mister turns up to the rice field with a suit and tie to check on the workers.  I recognise him instantly and think there is no way he would recognise me in my disheveled state.  He looks at me as I stare blatantly in awe of his presence.  He walks towards me, looks into my eyes and embraces me as tears stream down his face.  Mister, the owner of the rice field.

Yeah, what is up with that Mister? lol 🙂

Love & Laughter,
Curly Miri

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