Creative Corner:
Poetry by Ritual Abuse SurvivorsRitual Abuse,
Ritual Crime
and HealingNever A Child
She was born in an angel's arms,
A babe perfect for all to see,
A shadow cast across her face,
It was the Evil of Destiny,
She was no longer a child, by all rights,
She was bound by secrecy,
She hid her pain so no one knew,
A child she was not to be,
An adult she'd become before her time,
A life of misery,
Pain was her companion throughout the years,
Loneliness was all she'd see,
Because Evil had come along,
And stole this child,
A child that wasn't allowed to be.
- © Karen Crane, August 15th, 1997
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