Little Hands by Anne D.

Skipping across the street.Little hands wrapped around mommy’s finger.Hurry, don’t be late.Quickly Cross the street. Little Hands clutch Mommy’s leg.Mommy is talking. I can’t see the ladies.The desk is too tall.I am too small. Little hands Hold the crayons.Green, Red, Blue, and Yellow.I don’t stay in the lines.Mommy says “be neater.” Hurry Up! It’s almost […]

All of Us by OneOutOf6

This is something I wrote for the members of my support group: This place is beautiful but also sad. We make useful of something oh so bad. We feel disrupted, corrupted, silenced and blamed, subjected to ridicule, violence and shame. We tell our stories so others will know. We get buried by emotions and like […]

Hate is a strong word by Ollie

There is a difference between hate and anger,Hate has a shorter reason,But always has the taste and is always stronger.Anger simmers deeper,It usually is formed by a secret,Isn’t that right? If I hated you,I would have your picture on my walls,I’d have shredded up memories of any trace of caring for you at all,I’d burn […]

Broke but not Beat by OneOutOf6

Wanted to share this with you. . . I have been broken but I haven’t been beatI have spoken and I won’t admit defeat,faced my enemy and I faced my fearno matter what he did to me I’m still herehe took away my youth and he took away my choicebut I now speak my truth […]

Shadows of the Night by Mary Graziano

My friend George Robinson put together this song of my work. I met him at his Healing through Creativity festival in West Virginia which I have attended for about 4 years. My very close friend, artist Michal Madison allowed us to use her paintings for the video. She is a fabulous artist and person.

Voices Risen by Paula Evans Moysin

About the Creator I’m a wife, mother, and grandmother who has lived with the wounds of CSA my whole life. When I began therapy, writing was the only way I could express myself. Now it has become a solid part of my therapy, and sharing is part of my recovery. Best of luck to all […]

Child Me by Jennene Obremski

Goodbye child meyou were so very unluckytreated like a rag dollgrow up, stumble and fallI am grown up now, child mefinding my own happylost without your memoryyou will heal child meyou will find your inner strengththat love does exist at any lengthyou will lose yourself child mebut you will find your true familyyour suffering will […]

Cared For Child by Jennene Obremski

It wasn’t just the physical abuse and emotional neglectMy innocence was just another thing to collectSick adults creating sick childrenSick individuals harming their own brethrenThere is no justice for a stolen childhoodThere is only pain and survival into adulthoodChildren should be preciousAllowed to be precociousHave the freedom to learn from their mistakesNever wallow in their […]

Silent Screams by OneOutOf6

The world in which I existed left me warped and twisted, broken, and scared, words left unspoken cause it’s hard to cope with the past, alcohol wears off and the dope don’t last. I was that quiet child with tears in his eye, and fears in his heart with the deafening silence tearing him apart. When […]

Child In Me by Jennene Obremski

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