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Once upon a Happier Time

Once upon a time things were better than this, But the sky has grown opaque, As the wind wails with pain. The sunny skies rest within your memory, Now the raging storms engulf you. They take you under and pull you down, Attempt to drown you in agony. You once stood tall with your feet so firmly planted, But now you lie on the floor, Straining to find an ounce of strength. Now the rain is pouring down, Rain that progressed due...

A victim’s narrative to God

A Victim's narrative to God.

Workshop for Survivors and Supporters – Lond...

A Workshop for people who have experienced sexual abuse and for those that support them:   “Stepping Out of Shame and Into the Future”   A relaxed and friendly environment where we will come together to learn, share and support each other.   Aims:   Break out of isolation and meet others in a safe space Understanding the impact of the past on today Giving back the shame of the abuse Rebuilding trust after...

Locked Doors

I was a small child, shivering in the cold of the chilly workshop. In those days I was quick and clever, but not old enough to understand the games my Daddy played. Now, looking back, I think his favourite part Was waiting there, lips curled as if to mock; watching despair cast hooks into my heart when I found the door was closed and locked. My stocism was a point of pride amidst the shame. The thought of it sustains me even...

Uniting the Child

This child is happy, laughing, delighting in all the beauty that the world has to offer. That child is hurt, alone, in pain and fear. Waiting every night for the monster who comes not from under the bed but walks through the door as if he owns this house because, of course, he does. This broken child lives within me and my task in healing is to unite her and make her whole again.