Gravel by Willow Moon

This is a poem I wrote that is about being sexually assaulted as a child and the shame that I felt. It’s a blend of emotions and past traumatic events. GravelByWillow Moon Forced down without a breath.Stunned.Frozen in time.Pain.Gravel imbedded in my knees, my mind left this world.Forced down.Forced down.Forced down.Replayed like a broken record […]

She Hears by Terri Lanahan

I grew up in a home where there was Domestic Violence and I write this poem. She Hears She hears the same sounds every night.She’s afraid of the dark and prays for the light.She’s alone and really scared.She wishes that somebody cared.She watches mommy and daddy with tear-filled eyes.She wants them to hear her cries.She […]

My Hummingbird Sings by Nancy V Brown

I hear the sweet sound of joy radiating from the shimmer that’s at the tip of my wingsMy hummingbird is a beautiful reflection of the joy that he bringsOn my times of panic, I pressed on the power that lies deep withinAllowing the tests of times and the trials, not to winBeautiful reflections of love […]

Graffiti on a Girl by Lisa Marie Carter

I tried to give them shelter, I invited them all inside. I sent out the invitations, “Come one, come all”; no pride. I never asked for rent, not once; a drink at most would do. I’d then hand them the keys to the kingdom, to do with what they wished to do. What once was […]

It Knows by Naomi

My body knows a pain within,it draws it out upon my skin. Upon my wrists I’m forced to see,how hard the ropes have pulled on me.The red marks on my knee they label,how pressure burns pressed on a table. Redness on my thighs submit,a full-grown man just won’t fit.That shooting pain within my clit,knows where […]

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.

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