S E C T I O N S

Poem To An Abuser

written 2nd June 1993 - 2am  - Aged 26

"Where Were The Trees  That Blossomed?"

The seasons come and go and yield things new -
Winter, Autumn, Summer - but Spring?
Hidden from view!

The season that for me speaks of hope afresh and light,
was stolen from me -
Taken that first night!

Wind and hail, in force, engulfed the child,
And through the years they 'mimicked' her,
Her pleas, her tears - unheard, grew wild.

Invading heat filtered down, forced sunsuits to be worn,
and bare flesh 'ached' to be covered.
She soon again would mourn.

The leaves then fell, as did her 'self',
laid silent on the ground,
Until "they" came, destroyed the peace,
One mound, but "hush" - no sound.

The blossoms still I cannot see, for you have made me  blind,
By taking what you needn't have;-
My body - and my mind!

By 'Ellie'

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Letter of "hope"

written 28th july 1994 - 2.47am - aged 27

"The Visit"

A stranger called on me today she said she'd heard my  'plea',
To have someone to hold me close, to guide and comfort me.

Her name she didn't let me know, she said as I 'moved  on'
That I would know, 'within' myself,
That's where 'she' had come from.

She told me:-
"It's alright to cry, to unleash all your fears,
You cannot banish years of hell, without releasing tears.

"You have a right to 'find' yourself, let go of guilt and  shame,
To feel the comfort of 'safe' touch - break free from all your pain."

I know her as my ally now, and when I cannot cope,
I call the name I found 'within' - her name I know is

'HOPE'!

By 'Ellie'

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