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I am the child you left behind
The past you run from
I am the corner of your mind
The place you never come
I am the pain too great to face
The horror that haunts the night
I am the one who sets the pace
To guide you toward the light
I am the strength of your soul
The warrior in your heart
I am the force to make you whole
The energy with which to start
I am all that is real
And everything that is not
I am the whisper you feel
The answer that you’ve sought

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I Am Very Creative.
I may sometimes look at people and wonder at – maybe even envy – their creativity.  I can see and appreciate the special life force within these people that allows them to express themselves so creatively and share their wonderful gifts with others.
I am only seeing creativity in other people, then I am surely missing the creativity that is in everyone – including myself.  I have only to take note of how creative I was as a very small child in surviving and even flourishing during extremely horrendous, frightening experiences.  Somehow that small creative spirit invented thoughts and fantasies that helped her to stay alive and to reach for help.  I should take time to notice my inherent creativity as it was expressed through me as a child, and to be grateful to myself for that gift.  I can also start to look within myself to see how I already express my creativity today.  What I envy in others is within myself – maybe just in another form.


I found this poem tonite on a website refered to me by a friend.

It is one of the saddest poems I have ever read…I cried.  I don’t often cry.
Please don’t read this if you are in a sensitive place right now.

God Is Weeping
It’s dark and cold down here,
A child curls up and cries;
God sadly shakes his head,
As tears fall from His eyes.
A mother beats her little girl,
Blow after violent blow.
And God protests in helpless rage,
As He views the scene below.
The little girl lies sleeping;
Her father stumbles in,
And God protests in horror,
As he rapes his child again.
He bends His head in sorrow,
Lightning fills the sky;
Rain storms flood the earth,
And God shudders as He cries.

~Author N/A~


A SAFER PLACE – by Chantal Murphy, Ontario.

In a child’s world…life can be a nightmare,
A daydream turned bad, a sunshower without a rainbow.
A child’s mind creates a safer place to dwell
Where anger and pain do not hide and tears do not fall.
Picture, if you can, the world inside where every song is a magic spell;
Falling stars are answered prayers; Raindrops are a fairy kiss and every horse is a unicorn.
It’s not too late for you…close your eyes in times of pain and look for the magic path inside.
If your soul is pure, you too will find the safer place of a child inside your mind.


Warning…hard to read…emotionally
Sarah

My name is Sarah

I am but three

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see

I must be stupid

I must be bad

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren’t ugly

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can’t speak at all

I can’t do a wrong

Or else I’m locked up

All the day long.

When I awake I’m all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren’t home

When my mommy does come

I’ll try and be nice

So maybe I’ll get just

One whipping tonight.

Don’t make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie’s Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I’m so afraid now

I’m starting to cry

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He’s already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

“I’m sorry!”, I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor

My name is Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.


There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah and maybe you were one. You can help.  Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.  PLEASE forward if YOU are  against CHILD ABUSE.


I Am Not Alone.
When I feel utterly alone, I remind myself that my Higher Power is with me and knows how I feel.  This concept may be hard to trust, but if I keep affirming this, I will start to believe it.
My sexual abuse experience taught me that I was alone and there would be no help or support.  I held that feeling of total aloneness and may carry it with me on a daily basis.  This is where hopelessness lives and flourishes.
I need to affirm that I am not a helpless or frightened child any longer.  I am an adult, and I have many choices.  One of those choices is to reach out to others and tell them how I feel.  I can feel my feelings about having been left so alone and helpless, and use my adult-self to reassure her of protection, and help.
My inner-child may have some difficulty with believing in a Higher Power because she may not yet have had the experience of someone “coming through” for her.  As I am able to be there for her and let others be there for her too, I nurture her need to believe in a protective, loving spiritual being.


Time.
As a child I was hurried to do things before I was ready.  Someone else’s needs always came before mine, and I learned to push my needs to a position of lesser importance.  I may have come to believe that my needs weren’t important.  Others’ timing became my timing.
As I recover from my abuse, I learn that I must come first.  I talk to my child-within about her needs on a daily basis and allow her all the time she needs to do something.  This will become a constant permission-giving process as I affirm my child’s needs as coming first.  Whatever she needs to do, say, or feel, I allow her the time she requires.
I affirm that I have all the time in the world for her each time I give her internal permission to have her needs met.  I no longer allow others’ expectations or timetables to become mine.  I honor and respect my own unique timing and allow my precious child all the time she needs.  She has waited so long – she deserves to finally go at her own pace.



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