They call me the face
that launched a
thousand ships. Do you believe one woman could really have that much power? Or was I just a convenient excuse that happened along at a time when they were looking for the
tinder to light the fire of war?
Some say I was too beautiful for my own good? I never understood that. And I'm really not sure what that means. What was I supposed to do...walk through a vat of acid? I know I was not considered bright and yet I was also considered connivingly bright enough to lure men to war. If I was connivingly bright enough to do that,
why would I have wanted to hurt myself because I was accidentally born beautiful?
People think beauty means you've got it so easy...Not so.
Beauty carries its own burdens. Imagine being desired for all the wrong reasons from the time you are still too young to understand what exactly it is they're desiring you for? I was scarcely more than a child when the first man came forward wanting to claim me as his bride. I mean ewww!
I may have been prettied up to look like an adult when I was given in marriage to my first husband
Menelaus,but think about the ages of your children today...was I really an adult?
All I was, all I EVER was, was a girl/woman. Whether I was a child/woman in Sparta, in Troy, back in Sparta, or upon the death of Menelaus, cast out, by power hungry step-sons, now a queen without a land, what else did the times allow me to really be?
You all think you know me, the capricious
Helen who started a war that took
ten years to bring to its end and cost thousands of lives...but do you? What if you're wrong?
I am here, ready to share the
truth, the whole truth. What have I got to lose? I am beyond where your world can touch me, so why should I lie? I shared my truth, the truth of me, scars and all, with Sherry G.Antonetti because she promised not to try making me less or more than I really am.
So do you really want to look
beyond the veils of bards, liars, and naysayers to who I am, now that I am beyond the touch of mortal man...now when I have nothing to lose, nothing you or any of your kind can do to hurt or lay judgement upon my deeds?
My name is Helen and I am coming, all my wounds, all my sins, all my mistakes exposed for you in
THE BOOK OF HELEN releasing this month from Muse It Up Publishing by
Sherry G. Antonetti. Will I haunt you, the way, I haunt those who have read my story so far?
My name is Helen. I invite you to come know me now.