Yesterday’s Lunch: Learning to Digest the Past and Develop a Hunger for Tomorrow’s Dessert
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Kenna grew up in what seemed to be a normal family, but appearances were deceiving. From a young age, she suffered abuse and neglect, and as an adult, she realized that although she had survived so much, she had overcome very little.
In Yesterday’s Lunch, Kenna Wren Aila shares her personal story of the abuse she suffered and how it affected her, chronicling her journey of faith and determination as she seeks out a promise made to her by God. She also shares how she learned to process what she went through as a child, and how, as an adult, she learned to rely on her faith to give her strength and to put the past behind her.
With faith, Kenna was able to look to the future for hope. Yesterday’s Lunch can also help other victims of abuse and neglect to learn how to process—or digest—what has happened in their lives in order to similarly look forward to what tomorrow holds, without constantly looking back.
Kenna Wren Aila
Kenna Wren Aila is a survivor of a multitude of abuse and trauma, and she hopes Yesterday’s Lunch can help others find the faith and the strength to overcome. By the grace of God, Kenna graduated from community college with her associate’s degree in early childhood multicultural education; today she is continuing her education, pursuing a bachelor’s degree in early childhood education.
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Yesterday’s Lunch - Kenna Wren Aila
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ISBN: 978-1-9736-5229-8 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-9736-5230-4 (hc)
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2019901316
WestBow Press rev. date: 2/11/2019
CONTENTS
My Ambivalence
Introduction A Future And A Hope
Chapter 1 On The Outside
Chapter 2 On The Inside
Chapter 3 Hope For What I’d Lost
Chapter 4 Coming Home
The Beginning
MY AMBIVALENCE
KattButterfliesForIvy02.jpgI was two; you were strong. As I grew, another came along.
I was five; you were tall. Luckily, I can’t remember it all.
I was seven; you were twelve. By then, rape was something I stored on the wall.
I said no, only twelve; my relief as my baby died hurt more than I can tell.
I was twelve; you were sixteen—once transpired into years.
You were a ghost, a monster, a promise to renege on.
You took me to where pain was real, but I was gone.
It hurt to sit, it hurt to walk; I never had the courage to run.
The fear of becoming two numbed by the fear of the extinguishing of one.
You were mean and violent, you were close and safe.
You couldn’t hurt me, you never cared anyway.
I was fifteen; you were nineteen. She was pregnant; you were gone.
Then your void filled by another just as you had done.
So went by my eighteen years marred with pain and passed by rape.
Ghost after ghost seemed to steal my fate.
The muck left by scars too deep to cover; some skillfully carved by an absent other.
Always hungry, never seen, ever dirty, impossible to clean.
Don’t see, or hear, or speak of the evil. I was to blame and not worth the upheaval.
Feelings don’t matter. Don’t let those tears fall.
Emotions beaten out of me, I learned to cage the squall.
I told myself the innocence they took was a small thing.
The determination to survive then somehow offered wings.
Fly away I could, and often would—though never really leave.
My mind played tricks on me, and stunned, I’d happily agree.
Build the walls, make them strong; the work was intense but before long,
I couldn’t see out, nor could any come in. I was surrounded. I’d let them win.
The process of digging back out I deplored, now pleading to find what I yearned to ignore.
A shroud of terror settled over with a hiss: You’ll never make it. Wasn’t ignorance bliss?
Like a screeching song, I swayed this way and that, afraid to uncover, trying desperately to go back.
There’s no easy answer from the valley to the skies. It’s uphill ahead, a steeper climb behind.
The past riddled with traps, spears aimed at my heart.
Healing in the skies ahead, terror waiting with a million darts.
But between what was and what could be loomed a bridge precarious to cross.
The message that was is already etched on the tablet of my heart.
When grief and pain have lived so long on the place I must next step.
That slippery slope where I hold on tight is also where I hold my next breath.
Memories behind, fears ahead; years covered with the lies I’ve heard, my face with the tears I’ve shed.
They’ll come crashing down as I tread