Fearing with much dread, Is my Life with its every breath. Sure I am dying alive, But don't want to end it now. The sorrow and strange torment on me, From head and within …

I was a child whose life had barely begun You crept into my room and took me from by bed I trusted you and you violated me How could you You stole my innocence …

I hear you. I see you. Something happened to you that never should have happened. It wasn’t your fault. Come share your voice. Be heard. Be believed. Find trust and safety again. I’m right …

A tenuous ego sits waiting for memories folded warm and cozy…aware of their place in the shadows, amongst the mold and cobwebs of emotional death. The artifacts of youth mark the precipice…without anchorment their …

I didn’t know how to tell Who to tell I felt scared and unsafe to tell I was 9 when I realized something was no longer right Not good It was happening as far …

What happens to my trauma? Does it vanish like a magician’s trick? Or does it eat away at me burnt up- empty and sick? Or does it harden me brittle and quick? Or does …

In my early years Living in many tears They unknown passed by Which made me tremble As much as the hands that came by

Still, I find them in their prisons, but they love me... I ask them to show me how they got there. Their distress and nightmares become mine... Some places we glimpse and run, they …

Ink blotted canvases filled with words of despair and anger, mixed with an overwhelming sense of anguish. Admittance and guilt is shown through the poor excuses of a man. Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve, but didn’t …