Recovery Corner

Recovery Corner

Trauma Survivor

You came into my heart with a light to shine the way,
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
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Let our love be an umbrella to shelter you from life’s rain.
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

A Cry From The Abused
 
Sexual Abuse is the ultimate form of being used
It is a denial of self with all rights refused                    
It means that when they are through
I can’t even trust myself, the abuser or you
It means giving up a part
Of me – a part of my heart
 my innermost purpose of being alive
It makes me doubt why you even care
In fact, it makes me question everything – everywhere
I feel like giving up the last thing I have
The hope instilled by God above
The unconditional love,
Life’s philosophy seems like it’s been taken from me
I often wish restitution
Or anything that might be a resolution
I need an answer, whole or in part,
To stop the aching in my heart
I want once more to forgive
And to pass from this stage and live
To be free from the weights
And the semi-comatose states
To be loosed from the guilt and reason
And to know the abuse only lasted for a season
 
                 by Anonymous Sexual Abuse Survivor

 

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,
Moroe accessible:
TO loosen my heart
Until it becomes a wing,
A torch, a promise.

Dawna Markova

Who will cry for the little girl lost and all alone?
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?
The girl inside the woman.
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

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