Creative Corner:
Poetry by Ritual Abuse SurvivorsRitual Abuse,
Ritual Crime
and HealingLonging
My heart longs for
A breath of fresh air,
The beautiful creations of nature,
The tender touch of a man in love,
God's strong arms big enough to surround.
My heart longs to,
Dance to nature's music,
Sing beautiful songs,
To be the "me" God created
Oh how my heart longs!
- Debbee
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