Category: Childhood Abuse

Living sacrifice as a child

  I am a living sacrifice for stained blows of childhood years branded in my mind, feelings and memories I do not want to know, yet deep inside are the rooms, where violence and secrets are stored.     I reach out to be…

Journey in emotional suffering

  And so it seems….             It is only in my mind             I can feel the wind             caressingly message             desires that seek only             to be held             in strong firm arms             that carry lonely tears             over Winter clouds,…

Resilient Hope

  I have tried – and obviously remain, due to Hope, where I do not want to lie down and die. Each day appears harder and harder. Pushing against former years, where once again they make themselves cognizant, where I can no longer pretend…

Sitting on my porch

  I sit on my enclosed porch.   Outside my window, leaves blow in light wind. Isolation in breathing, in – out – in – out – in – out. Learning to move slowly, meaningfully, mindfully, in all motions. Touching life from the inside….

Depression

Depression   I feel it. It starts small gradually increasing. My stomach churns from its sour taste. My chest caves in from its pressure. My mind plumments, spiraling down, down, down. Down into darkness where the stench smells strong. Darkness envelopes me – draining…

Therapeutic Alliance

Therapeutic Alliance   Wakeful attention tosses therapeutic encouragement, unveiling concealed ideals, unfolding seasoned memories. This task reaches below in unexplored regions locating deposited remains of recollected feelings. Years reach beyond expectations, searing disordered thoughts, exploding revelations.   This poem depicts insights I gained in…

Madness

  Madness I cannot explain this strange phenomenon. It twists and twirls, sometimes, out of reach of endurance. It is like a funnel burning inside, frying thoughts. My heart races to the outside, my skin sweats. It pierces craziness which cannot be explained, only…

My story of abuse as a child…..

I woke this morning, came downstairs, and opened the front door to our enclosed porch. I slid open one of the windows, taking a seat on the love seat looking out at the trees across the street from me and thought what an absolutely…

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