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I tried to tell.
No one believed me.
Sylvia
FLOWERS BLOOM
Beauty: roses represent life
pain and truth,
abuse in destruction,
brokeness, life and creation.
Flowers bloom,
are beautiful then die
bringing hope for the next generation
to journey through exhaustion,
distrust, lack of sleep and sadness,
hopeful for trusting to come is real
tiring and afraid
the sorrow and grief are also real.
The pain fades and then explodes
and comes real sad: pain fades again,
repetition: a part of the journey,
broken hearts and butterflies,
hopefulness is sometimes real
sometimes not real.
The afraidness fades
and the journey continues and
the roses bloom.
Sylvia

Silence is Deadly.
Our Voices and Stories
Must be Heard!
Derek D.

Sheldon Kennedy at the Maple Leaf Gardens exhibit
of the Child Abuses Survivor Monument art, poetry
and information highlights. After his skate across
Canada, Sheldon donated an incredible 1 million dollars
to Canadian Red Cross Abuse Prevention Services.

Michael painting the patina
on Sheldon Kennedy's cast
paper quilt square. The squares has a map of Canada
with the route of Sheldon's skate along with the question,
"Are we there yet?"

Martin's Hope

Free
I am tired of these binding
restraints
I don't want this burden of unwarranted constraints
It's time to shed what I don't deserve
I want to live life with elan and verve
What will it be like to live life free
I'm willing to do anything to be the real me
So now I lay down my defenses and masks
to devote my energies to more productive tasks
I know it won't be easy to change my ways
but the results will be worth it, much happier days.
Stephen
TO BE HAPPY AGAIN
To be happy again
Would mean closure.
To learn for the first time
To let go and don’t look back.
To be happy again
Would mean healing
To learn for the first time
To trust and to live life
To be happy again
Would mean forgiveness ?
I am not sure about Forgiveness
Can I be happy again ?
Jennifer
FREEDOM
Freedom lost
innocence broken
dark holes linger past
empty dreams
forgotten hope
In change
pain travels through
finger tips
touch hurts
in the struggle
life began
in the dark somewhere
tiny sparkles of light
reaching
a lost hope
Climbing past
dark holes
finding lost dreams
tiny fingers of innocence
a gentle touch
light moves me slowly
forward to a child
stars in her eyes
reaching for me
old freedom found.
Donna
ELMO'S BALLOON OF WORDS
Elmo popped a big balloon
Rainbows are very beautiful
Birds eat Bugs
The Sky is blue
White and black are not colours
Triangles are shapes
Blue Jays are a baseball team
Red and blue make purple
Butterflies are pretty and colourful
Grover and Elmo are best of friends and buddies
Except they are different colours
It is good to be happy
and glad and proud
and joyful
Jessica

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