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

 

The I's of Me

There are too many voices
I cannot see
I cannot hear
the real Me.
Am I alive
or did I die?
Did I forget myself?
I keep wondering why
I am not an I
I am not a Me

There are others locked inside of me.
they have a lot to say
in spite of Me.

• Twilight Child

 

[ Previous Poem ] [ Poetry Table of Contents ] [ Next Poem ]

Copyright © 1997-2009 ra-info.org. All rights reserved

Last updated: Thursday, 04-Dec-2008 15:20:25 EST