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REACHING OUT
I look at
my hand
my adult hand
reaching out
of my art
my adult hand - big B strong B
and I find myself
staring at it
with awe
as it hangs
in almost 3D
- perspective B
No one would dare
abuse this hand
It wouldn't let anyone
do that.
Patricia

A HAND WILL
BE HERE
No longer fear,
a hand will be here.
No more shame, no more blame
If life is unmanageable
or you think no one cares
Visit this monument,
Find someone that shares
Painful experiences
And feelings you have had
It's ok to be angry,
It's ok to be sad.
Feelings come and go.
This monument will stay
And show comfort
From abuse denied.
We acknowledge
Those who died.
...never ever give up
You to recover is our wish.
Linda


THE LITTLE
GIRL
The little girl
all alone,
Alone with her secrets,
Scared to speak or even feel.
She only sees the emptiness
That surrounds her heart,
And the secret she wishes
to be able to speak.
“Please,
Love me!”
But now she
sees a hand,
A hand of the future,
One full of caring laughter,
And love.
It’s her hand, and she
is Not Alone!
Leanne


AWAKENING
Curled up in the silence
of a lonely space
in isolation
I find comfort
familiarity
a sense of relief
even home.
But the stillness
is awkward
and unnatural
bound
and frozen
in a solid place
away in a vacuum.
I feel the urge to break free
to live
to flow
to love
even to dance
here on earth
in this body
I struggle to wake
to reach through
the cool discomfort
or early contact
through to
the warmth and comfort
finally arriving
in the celebration
of connection.
David

Broken by abuse
Healed by love
Dawn

CHILD
My Hands are now
Free
From the shame & guilt
INFLICTED upon me.
Robbed of innocence
No Life
Alone
No more secrets
My perpetrator well known
But life goes on
Now I flourish & grow
The shame & guilt
no longer in tow.
Linda


REACHING OUT
How can I help?
I want to leave my personal mark.
Is it possible with this rough raw clump
I call myself?
Wounds are to register in this image.
Hacking life in a mold with cuts and abrasions.
I hear the scream to break the silence
And feel the connection in my fingertips.
Listening has been my venue to release this
form.
My pain gives it the lines and the textured
detail.
This is my art, my venue.
Reaching out to smooth and polish
What I call my soul.
Hummingbird
-- Kathryn

Surviving adversity,
recovery
and speaking out to help others
is the journey
of the hero.


MEMORY OF HANDS
Battered - She was
beat down - Cracked - Let down
Down like suicide
Till no more broken girl - Could be found
Maybe dead - Like ashes - She died
But kept walking around.
The result - She
says - Of pain to push out a baby
A woman’s red thighs - Maybe
But I think she lived before - Reincarnated
To find a better day.
But Parents - Or were they - Betrayed
So she still seeks
As the ashes - Reek - And sting her nostrils.
Maybe the next life
- Will not slip through her hands.
Truthteller - They
jeered - And smacked it out of her.
As she fell - The ground a friend - Her nose
bled
Into her ear - So she could not hear - Her own
cries.
Dream - A fright
That tonight is no gentler - Than the past nights.
So she reaches
a hand - To her center
Singed - Burned - Tearing the stomach out
Storing the pain - Growing a cancer
In her gut and groin - Replacing it all with
ashes - Gashes
Dying like the memory of hands.
Heather

WILD FLOWER DANCING
Opening the window
a weightlessness
descends
over my child soul
Shadows of burden
disappear.
The wall has been broken.
I am a wild flower
dancing
in the rain.
Lori

I am reaching out
to save the children
of the future.
Brian
REACHING OUT
I am reaching out to save
others
from the horror of
sex abuse
No more victims
no more pain
I am reaching out
to save
the children
of the future
Brian

REACHING OUT
Tears of hate, how do I escape?
Bleeding from the heart
Is tearing me apart.
Bring back the days of sun and
glory
How do I escape my horror story?
Made me believe I was the best
Just like he said to all the rest.
Running wild in the streets
Made us feel like we were kings.
Playing God with no powers
How do you explain the midnight hour?
Reaching out for something new
Tears of hate about to Bloom!
Derrick B |