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Poetry


~Songs and Whispers~
Songs and whispers they dance around in my head.
I am a child dreaming of a magical place to escape,
from all the horrible things going on, 

hoping they will never happen to me again.
Songs and whispers
of a happy place to play,
have fun and feel no shame or disgrace. 

A place where all abused children go, 
to escape the pain of the unwanted touching 
of those monsters hands.
Holding on to that happy place where
songs and whispers put a smile on 
each
of those children's face.
Written by: Marie Waldrep
Copyright 2006 - All rights reserved.


Poisoned

Poison of being molested
Runs deep into a child's veins 
We struggle with fear, nightmares, 
Being alone and shame to name a few 
The poison is so hideous, venomous,
So strong and toxic 
We struggle with our being,
We become lifeless
We feel the need to give up
We wonder what the point in continuing on is
We know it is going to happen again
Just unsure of what moment,
We need help 
But are unsure who we can turn too
Our trust has been broke
How could he do this?
Our world is not as we once knew
We must figure out a way to stay alive
We must find someone we can trust
That we can talk too
Anxiety and depression are some of the toxic poisons; 
The perpetrators left when 
They molested and raped us
Cutting or hurting ourselves is not the answer 
To this poisonous turmoil
Help me please
This poison is sucking the life right out of me
I struggle and I fight to not let the poison 
Of those men that raped me take the rest of my life.
Written by: Marie Waldrep

The Silver Braid poem 

The Silver Braid 
Coming together strand by strand 
Survivors everywhere taking hold, 
of each others hand 
Walking this healing path together 
Encouraging each other, 
Watching as our strength grows and grows 
A sisterhood of women, survivors 
Once feeling out of place, 
Lonely and cold, finding the strength now 
To be brave and tell our truths 
We now know we had no power 
Over the things that happened to us on those days 
To our higher power we give our praise 
Uniting, taking each others hand, building 
Integrity, the Silver Braid 
Strengthening each unit strand by strand 
  

Written by: Author Marie Waldrep

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