You helped me find the courage to live another day.
You found me in my corner afraid to show my face,
You took my hand and led me to a new and safer place.
You stayed with me while growing into the teen I am today,
Then you let go of my hand and you let me slip away.
You left me with the older Jill who let me disappear,
Did you plan to leave me with a woman who lives in fear?
It’s not that she doesn’t love me, she just cannot let me in,
I remind her of the days when she cried quietly within.
I wish that she could hear me and not be so afraid,
I wish that she could see me feeling lost and so betrayed.
The two of us together could be the perfect pair,
She with her grown up body and me with my curly hair.
We’d conquer things in front of us with brains and body strong,
We’d finally be united, truly feeling that we belong.
But here I sit in silence, once again afraid to speak,
She covers up her eyes and sometimes lets me peek.
You need to help her hold me so deep within her heart,
We need to join together or we’ll quickly fall apart.
Into the dark abyss which is oh so far away,
I’m begging for your help; I really want to sta
Let us hold you close
until the storm around you subsides.
Let our voices whisper gently
to shut out all the noise and confusion.
Let us help stop the chaos
while you find the peace.
Let us be beside you….Behind you…
to reassure you that we’ll never be
farther away than your nearest thought.
Let us convince you that
as long as we’re in the world,
you’ll never be alone.
WE LOVE YOU!
written by a group member to express how it feels to be in a recovery group.
Goddess dolls made by group members to represent their best selves
I will not die an unlived life
I will not live in fear
Of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days.
To allow my living to open me.
To make me less afraid,
TO loosen my heart
Until it becomes a wing,
A torch, a promise.
Who will cry for the little girl abandoned without her own?
Who will cry for the little girl? She cried herself to sleep.
Who will cry for the little girl? She never had for keeps.
Who will cry for the little girl? She walked the burning sand. Who will cry for the little girl?
Who will cry for the little girl? She died again and again.
Who will cry for the little girl? A good girl she tried to be.
Who will cry for the little girl, who cries inside of me?
by anonymous survivor