Creative Corner: Poetry by Ritual Abuse Survivors	Ritual Abuse, Ritual Crime and Healing

 

 
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Squandered chances lost forever admist the morass of dreams and aspirations.
Hatred spewing forth at innocent objects christen their lives forever.
Amid the signs of blood and tears the angry cry out
Crying into the darkness
Filled with despair, self-loathing and guilt.

Death is my maker.
Death my creator.
Free me to run in the fields
God of my destruction!

Opportunities sown and fields set afire with anger.
Hatred of self directed at self, inside of others.
Designs of lost souls dance in our mind
freeing feeble cries of pain.

Screaming for my destiny
Destiny of both my creation and our destuction.
Blood pouring our of ears, nose and mouth.
Let freedom reign.
Dance in my painting for your feet have already destroyed my creation
Fumbling through the thick grass and tall weeds
Tumbling down the shaft of pain
  

© kaletal

 

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