Creative Corner:
Poetry by Ritual Abuse Survivors

Ritual Abuse,
Ritual Crime
and Healing

What Life??

What wrong did I do to be treated like this,
With this noose around my neck, I would always be his,
I died in shame, but couldn't "Rest In Peace",
My abuser made sure I'd never be free,

Threats were a must, as I lay there and cry,
To make sure I didn't talk, he'd make up other lies,
Alone and scared, I cried to God,
But the abuse remained,as he took what he wanted,

An adult came about, as the Child faded away,
All was lost, so there was nothing for her to say,
I was an adult, looking through child's eyes,


Tired of going through devastation and lies,
Life is too hard, too hard to live,
But I'll be damned for sure, if I let him win!!!!!

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