In my darkest hour…I found hope.

I was attacked at the very core of my being and was told to end it. That I was not going to live past the depression, the anxiety and the tremendous amount of pain. The lies, and self hatred tried to overshadow every ounce of hope and faith I previously held onto. Even though I…

Emerge…to rise from

Shatter the glass of any negative in your past, remove the burden carried upon your back. Cut the rope from around your neck that’s attempting to choke your reality. Stand with hope and truth, to face all trials with dignity. Breathe deep the fragrance of sweet victory. Stand up and know exactly who you are,…

The Power to Rise…

This beautiful and vibrant artwork by Kohava Howard, immediately spoke volumes to my soul! The colors and her image, made me think of myself as I bravely continue on my healing journey. At times I found myself, revisiting the painful areas of my past and hovering there, literally stuck in a dark place within my…

“TO LURK”..EXIST UNPERCEIVED OR UNSUSPECTED…

This poem is in tribute to the little girl, in me, who at 9 years old, unexpectedly became the victim to the abuse of a family friend. In the early morning hours, just prior to dawn. you silently stepped into the bedroom and viewed your next victim. Your excitement grew, as you placed one of your…

Spring of ’84

The Latin word rapere “to seize,” from which rape is derived In honor of Sexual Assault Awareness Month, I am breaking my silence and sharing my story… I was very excited to be going on my first date with this guy that I had met at the mall. He was tall, with an athletic built….

Instead of cursing the darkness….

  “Instead of cursing the darkness, light a candle”. ~ Benjamin Franklin She uncovers the secrets that haunt her in the middle of the night, ..those undisclosed images that have been safely tucked away in the remote areas of her soul.. the lurid haze of unforgiveness, obscured the beauty of a girl, I once knew…..

The Monster in the Closet..

During my elementary years, I attended a wonderful catholic school. Prior to the first day of school,  my Mom and I attended a school function that gave us a chance to meet other parent’s, students, the teacher’s and staff.  Being new to the school, I was really excited to meet some friends. My Mom was…

Cutting the ties that bind….

My pulse is racing, sweat is pouring from my forehead, the lump in my throat is being crushed with each attempt to swallow. A panic attack is nearing…so I open my eyes, and realize I am ok. Cut the rope from around your neck that’s attempting to choke your reality.. As a survivor of sexual…

Quiet the voice of self hate…

I think I am angry.. No, I know I am angry.. and I believe that I am really angry at you, it happened over and over again, and you sat there and did nothing.. I know you didn’t want to betray me.. but you did… I blamed you….. I accused you…. I despised you…. and most…

Survivor > Victim…of childhood sexual abuse

Being 9 years old, I did not understand the sick logic of an old man and his ungodly desire to violate a little girl. Why would the same person who brought so much joy to a family, bring pain? He was a lion in sheep’s clothing, and the least likely to ever be accused of such…