My Hope for this site is to be used as a healing tool for all survivors as well as a venting tool. We all have feelings that sometimes we don't know how to release. Some exercise, walk, or work out, others, like myself, write. Poetry and short stories are welcome. If you would like to add a poem or short story to this site please feel free to email me at:
Song Of Songs 6:10
Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?
Song Of Songs
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread abroad. Let my lover come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
~CHILD ABUSE SURVIVOR~
Crying I've done most part of my life,
Heart, mine feels like it's been stabbed with a knife,
Isolation, I felt such a long time,
Lonliness, made me feel like I committed the crime,
Demoralised, I felt a lot of pain.
Abused by my father, the one I should trust,
Behaviour, his was total disgust,
Unbearable were the things he made me do,
Shuddering knowing what he put me through,
Enduring those years just for his gain.
Survivor, is now what I want to be,
Unconscious of what was reality,
Reminiscense of past memories no more,
Visualising the good life I now have in store,
Inspiration is now what leads me on,
Victim is part of life that has now gone,
Outlook on life, I now have to retrain,
Rewarding myself for staying sane.
~I Love You~
I couldn't imagine us being together
But obviously, I was wrong.
I say that because here we are-
Going very strong.
When I first saw you,
It was love at first sight.
I saw your blue eyes,
And knew all was right.
We have so much in common,
Though I'm sure there is more.
We'll be discovering new things
Like we never have before.
I hope we are together
For a long, long time.
I'll be near your side
And you'll be near mine.
I love you a lot
From the depths of my heart,
I knew it, from the very start.
I love you
Written By: "Josie"
Song Of Songs
How beautiful your sandaled feet, O prince's daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman's hands. Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies. Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus. Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses. How beautiful you are an how pleasing, O love, with your delights! Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit. I said, "I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath oike apples, and your mouth like the best wine.
Sometimes I wonder,
Why you didn't call,
If you were out with a girl,
Or doing nothing at all.
You say you're gonna do one thing,
Then I hear something else.
I get so confused,
And I'm never amused.
You wanna go out on the weekend,
which is fine.
Then you start tweekin',
And it slips your mind.
When we're together,
I feel I matter,
When we're distant,
My mind's all twisted.
If You're gonna play,
But don't play me-
I'm not that kind.
Written By: "Josie"
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