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Poetry by Ritual Abuse Survivors

Ritual Abuse,
Ritual Crime
and Healing

Christmastime

I miss you
and the cozy ways
and younger days
of welcoming fireplaces
tingling toes
and soggy shoelaces
and matted mittens
that dripped and rattled

foggy windowpanes
a blustery view
as I watched you
through a day
of snow chores
that wern't yours
but mine
left for another
day that never comes

chocolate mugs of happy
made us warm and sappy
our eyes were twinkling
like candle glow
in a close the door breeze
we snuggled
as if tomorrow
would never come

aimless crunching snow walks
where puffy flakes would float
and rest
on grateful humans
having talks
about the weather
and being together
in a winter wonderland
holding hands

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