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Devastatingly Raw and Beautiful

Revisado: 05-22-24 El oyente recibió este título gratis

The story told in Unraveling is at once heartbreaking and awe-inspiring, brutal and empowering.

Helen Joy delivers a reading of her poetry about seventeen years of grappling with a loveless, psychologically abusive marriage, then awakening to her worthiness and saying yes to the death of that relationship in order to live.

This is a woman’s potent reclamation of her belovedness. This is the telling of a homecoming journey. This is a bold expression of the choice we face when we look at the collateral damage of the patriarchy and its ties to Evangelical Christianity, and make the brave decision to grieve it all in order to know joy and wholeness.

The lines that stood out to me most were written in a poem in which George talks about how miserable Saturday mornings used to be, as she would regularly find herself berated by her husband with nagging, degrading comments as he tried to play the good guy role by making family breakfast. Amidst the onslaught of insults would be critique with why she had let the greens go bad…again. In the wake of her divorce and newfound love, she speaks of what Saturday mornings now look like; sleeping in, kids at ease, spending time writing…and then she closes with:

“…my spinach rots in the fridge
And I am free.”

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