Vanessa Hicks. All rights reserved. Published by permission.
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Vanessa Hicks. All rights reserved. Published by permission.
Continue ReadingSpoken Intro) We all have our demons, screaming through our brain;yelling and telling us to come back home again…. V) Lost in a hell of my own makinga poisoning at my own hand. Can’t seem to gain steady footingmuch less make a solid stand. PreCH) Wasted day, wasted nightpretty soon a wasted life… CH) Inner demons, […]
Continue ReadingHi! I am an adult Survivor of CSA and this is one of my poems. Writing poetry was instrumental in my healing. She Dreams She dreams of a life without any tears.She dreams that someone will take away her fears.She prays that the abuse will end.She prays that her heart will mend.She wonders why no […]
Continue ReadingShe’s painted on the pages of “Girl Interrupted” and represents never wanting to talk about what happened. JT. All rights reserved. Published by permission.
Continue ReadingThere Is No Cure PTSD, MST, Bi-polar, Manic Depressive, Schizophrenia! How would you like to be diagnosed with all these, at different times in your life? How would your mind handle the changing of medication on a consistent basis, not for the wellness of your mental health but, because the physician has no clue what […]
Continue ReadingA Woman Like Me You don’t want to fall for a woman like me.I have scars marked so deep that you can not see.They are hidden away, buried beneath the skin,How would I show you? Where would I begin? Do I begin at the start? Back to early years?Do I begin explaining? What’s behind my tears?Do […]
Continue Reading**This poem is both graphic and descriptive of the abuse I experienced, but I have avoided vulgar language.** First, let me give you some background… When I was 30 (I am in my late-50s now), I uncovered repressed memories of being sexually abused by my father at age 3. In 2019, I sought out additional […]
Continue ReadingUgly Dress Pretty with flowers, liberating and freeLots of movement for the eye to seeA little girl’s dream to wear such a dress, but under the layers she cries in distress All severed and torn, damaged and shaken for her childhood innocence has now been takenNo longer simple and worn in vain she now tries […]
Continue ReadingFollow me. I remember the flowers were budding that year,My 9th birthday had just passed in the third grade,A marvelous day.The sun was shining,My friends were laughing and I had met a new friend,I just love new people they always teach me something new,Something I’m sure I would love, right? At least that’s what I […]
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