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As parents you
Kept your children
Safe from the evil
That haunted
Your own lives
Dad and Mom
Thank you for
Teaching me to
Love
Todd

HOME AT LAST

IN A LOCKED WARD...
We have survived
a holocaust
of rapes
and beatings
at the hands of the man
they called my father.
Your bony body
and your heart
your fractured mind
still bear
the scars and bruises
of our life together.
I can count
each rib and vertebra
as I rub relief
into your aches.
My heart beats broken
for you
for us
and all our stories...
our shattered family.
You are my mother.
The pain we share
today
is too much.
Joanne Monti

Martin's Hope

I will love, honor and
protect my children.
Stan

SILK RIBBONS
My chains of bondage forced,
not wanted
I am alone waiting for the key.
Please mommy help me...
nothing, no one
Only silk ribbons in the breeze cascading from my
hair...
pretty, but silent...helpless
Time -- loss -- found
Courage!
From my soul...I'm afraid,
need to tell
Told! I live...
free to soar.
Tracy

MY CHILD
They stole her, my child
not in the night’s shadow
like most thieves
but in the light of day
under the blazing sun
with the laughter of children
dancing on the cool breeze.
Where did she go
This child of mine
I look everywhere
only to find
she is not there.
The days drag on
the nights are unbearably lonely
As I wait for her to discover
where she came from and why she is here.
She returns in
uncertain remembrance of who I am;
She looks at me in wonder
of another time and place;
My pain erupts as I embrace her inhaling the essence
ofthis woman, my child.
Sue

Agony washes the walls of the monument
we worked in fear and shame
afraid to shape our tender feelings
afraid there was nothing to gain
We stand together
looking at where we have been
hoping for better days now
because we shared in the dream
Sue
Sue's
daughter Jacquelyn

In Telling I Broke the
Symbiosis
Between Shame and
the Shattered Self
AFTER THE FLOOD
I, the person you see before you
was born of chaos and destruction and disaster.
I stepped out of the ruins
and looked around me, to the right and then to the
left.
But there was nothing to see.
I had a sense, like a dream really,
a heavy fog
or a deja vu
of voices, loud and angry and insistent
of terror, panic, pandemonium
of screams of anguish and pain
of violence and torture and evil and murder
of dangerous pressure, building to sure catastrophe.
But that's not real.
Instead there is an eerie silence
an uneasy peacefulness
It seems best not to question it.
Hidden rage and hidden grief,
what happened to this child?
I take a tentative
step forward, then two.
There is no one to stop me
no one watching me
no one threatening me
no one controlling me.
I can run and laugh and shout and dance
and no one punishes me.
I step forward out of the wreckage
and close the door firmly behind me
into a world of innocence
naivete
incredulity.
Has anyone ever molested you?
No Mom!
I would tell you if anything like that had ever happened
to me.
Jacquelyn


SILENCED LAMB
To the slaughter
they sent you
day after day after day.
Your bleatings they ignored
of one who does not know
or understand what they are talking about.
For I cannot tell you
the horrors
I cannot speak the atrocities
that I am forced to see
to hear
to participate in
but it is my own death and destruction
and I know of which I speak.
But I am a child
and as such my voice is not heeded
for they puff themselves up and say
“She doesn’t mean what she says”
and they think they are smarter than me
and they say I don’t know or mean what I say,
but I do.
I know full well what I am saying and why.
But it is the nature of
the beast
to silence all those who oppose it
or refuse to bow down to it.
And the more I struggled
the more I resisted
the more diabolical grew the evil in his heart
till it was consumed with the desire to utterly
destroy me and crush me
for it saw that I refused to submit.
And though outwardly
it did appear that I submitted,
in my heart the rebellion grew
and grew, and grew
till it consumed me
and I refused to listen to anyone
just as they had refused to hear me.
And I became my own “god”
for there was no one and no god able to deliver me
nor that cared enough to hear and deliver me.
And the lies mounted
and the more they told me
that God lived for us and died for us
so that we could live, the angrier I became.
For I did not see, nor
feel
nor witness a God of deliverance
I saw a God who permitted
and seemed to condone abuse.
I saw an impotent God
A God of empty words
unable to deliver me or my mother or my brothers
from the hands and jaws of an evil man.
One who perpetrated evil
enjoyed evil
delighted in evil and
felt the satisfaction of imposing evil upon another.
For evil delights in harm
in harming others
in destroying others
in destroying innocence
and all that is good
and all that is of God.
It delights in bringing
others into submission
through torture, whatever it takes
through intimidation and threats of harm
through physical abuse
through emotional abuse
through mental cruelty
and whatever diabolical imaginings it chooses to execute.
Yet the very things that
it does unto its victim
it fears
being done unto it.
But I take comfort
in God’s justice
and though it may appear harsh
yet in my heart of hearts
I know it is just
and I rejoice in this.
Maria

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