"Not A Victim"
Struggles
pain
disappointments
betrayals
manipulation
emotional abuse
I have had my share
of misfortunes
but I refuse
to call myself
a victim
You know why?
because
I faced my demons
and I fought back!
I'm a warrior,
a fighter,
and
I have the scars
to prove it.
-An Anonymous Friend
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Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Monday, November 7, 2011
"Incested" - Poem
"Incested"
She learned real young in life,
In order to get by,
She must do what is expected,
And never question why...
It didn't seem to matter
How she felt - or why she cried...
Each time she was incested,
More child-likeness died.
Too young to understand
Why she deserved this thing,
She buried her emotions
And the torture it would bring.
He said that she must never
Tell another living soul -
Too small to know the reason,
Yet she knew she wasn't whole.
She felt it was imprinted
For all the world to see -
I am dirty...I am ugly...
Please...don't look at me.
She'd never heard of shame,
Yet she knew its symptoms well...
The harder that she tried, it seemed,
The harder then, she fell...
She knew she was responsible
For everybody's pain,
So she tried hard to fix it
Over...and over...again.
-Shannon L. Spardlin, "Does God Know About This?" (Henderson, Nevada 1993), 56.
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She learned real young in life,
In order to get by,
She must do what is expected,
And never question why...
It didn't seem to matter
How she felt - or why she cried...
Each time she was incested,
More child-likeness died.
Too young to understand
Why she deserved this thing,
She buried her emotions
And the torture it would bring.
He said that she must never
Tell another living soul -
Too small to know the reason,
Yet she knew she wasn't whole.
She felt it was imprinted
For all the world to see -
I am dirty...I am ugly...
Please...don't look at me.
She'd never heard of shame,
Yet she knew its symptoms well...
The harder that she tried, it seemed,
The harder then, she fell...
She knew she was responsible
For everybody's pain,
So she tried hard to fix it
Over...and over...again.
-Shannon L. Spardlin, "Does God Know About This?" (Henderson, Nevada 1993), 56.
Check out more about R.I.S.E. at any of the following:
Website: avoiceforheather.tripod.com
Myspace: myspace.com/avoiceforheather
Blog: avoiceforheather.blogspot.com
Facebook:www.facebook.com/avoiceforheather
Twitter: www.twitter.com/VoiceforHeather
Email: VoiceforHeather@yahoo.com
"Unknown" - Poem
"Unknown"
Tears bloom in my eyes
Traffic lights splintered
Creating eerie images
Distorted, disturbing
Memories came crashing in
Unbidden, unwelcome
Afraid to feel it on the spot
Afraid to cast it away
Yet somehow I knew
In feeling there is healing
Os so they say
I know the opposite is true
No feeling - no healing
Only postponed pain
Now my time has come to feel
My time to heal
-"Unknown" from Shelter from the Storm activity book.
Check out more about R.I.S.E. at any of the following:
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Blog: avoiceforheather.blogspot.com
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Twitter: www.twitter.com/VoiceforHeather
Email: VoiceforHeather@yahoo.com
Tears bloom in my eyes
Traffic lights splintered
Creating eerie images
Distorted, disturbing
Memories came crashing in
Unbidden, unwelcome
Afraid to feel it on the spot
Afraid to cast it away
Yet somehow I knew
In feeling there is healing
Os so they say
I know the opposite is true
No feeling - no healing
Only postponed pain
Now my time has come to feel
My time to heal
-"Unknown" from Shelter from the Storm activity book.
Check out more about R.I.S.E. at any of the following:
Website: avoiceforheather.tripod.com
Myspace: myspace.com/avoiceforheather
Blog: avoiceforheather.blogspot.com
Facebook:www.facebook.com/avoiceforheather
Twitter: www.twitter.com/VoiceforHeather
Email: VoiceforHeather@yahoo.com
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