In 2006 I was roofied, raped, and left for dead in a bathtub filled with ice-cold water that ran over the tub, out into the hall. It...

To survivors of sexual abuse who have lost their mothers thru death or otherwise. Written by a survivor My Daughter, My sweet gentle...

A letter written to a survivor to help her child: What my mom would say to me or to my father (if she was alive). I’m sorry that you had...

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...

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...

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...

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...

I’m not as strong as I used to be Climbing up this hill Can’t catch my breathe (Didn’t know it would be this hard) Going keep going like...

I don’t want to suffer anymore Get rid of my burden lighten my load Then I can move faster Heading on down the road Been trying so hard...

This is a poem not a suicide note. Its a song that screams, I promise not a suicide note.

My body is a vessel that holds my soul. Treat it gently. By Jillian

I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be, to inspire me and not terrify me. Tracy Ellis Ross