Creative Corner:
Poetry by Ritual Abuse SurvivorsRitual Abuse,
Ritual Crime
and Healing
This is How I Walk the Edge
I dance, I sing circles
I skid on air
I hang by fingernails
I vault for the sky
I touch, I tease
I ask without asking
I flee, I freeze
I shatter
Sonia, 1995
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