Powerful, Emotional Writings: An Aid to Adult Child Abuse Survivors
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Poetry

Morning

Morning

My Heart sings
At the Beauty of the Sunrise.
With great affection, He kisses my forehead
And says “Goodmorning, Son”.

My Heart sings
At the Beauty of the Clouds, white brush strokes
Upon the Canvas of the blue sky.
A touch, She says, “Goodmorning, Son”.

My heart sings
At the Beauty of the Melody of All the Voices of the Earth
They sing together, a chorus, The Beauty of the Earth.
A warm embrace, They say, “Goodmorning, Son”.

My Heart sings.
At the Beauty of My Life.
One part of Many parts.
One Life and many Lives, We sing
The Beauty of this Life.

Not Love

A mother who loves her children.

-is a mother who beats her children with her fists?
-is a mother who screams like a wild animal while she beats her children?
-is a mother who calls her children “rotten sons of bitches of bastards” while she beats them?
-is a mother who continuously tells her children that “there is something wrong with you”?
-is a mother who tells her children that she wishes they were never born?
-is a mother who continuously tells her children that they are “disgusting”?
-is a mother who tells her children “you make me sick to my stomach”?
-is a mother who beats her son with a metal vacuum cleaner pipe?
-is a mother who ties her children to a chair?
-is a mother who tells her 9 year old son that she’d kill him if she could get away with it?
-is a mother who unleashes her unbridled rage on her children, and blames them for it?
-is a mother who does all these things countless times, while pretending to be the victim?

Honesty demands that we say “No!”

Honesty demands that we acknowledge that a mother, who does all those things to her children, does not truly love her children, perhaps through injury, she cannot.

All those things are Not Love.

K.S.

What Did You Take From Me?

You live in my throat, my chest, my belly.
Where you are, there is a lack, a pressure, a tightness, a blockage.
Where you are, there is fear, shame, sadness, confusion, not knowing, not remembering.
Who are you, and what did you take from me?

You wake in dreams, and keep part of me asleep in Life.
Who are you and what did you take from me?
You block my love, my courage, my knowing, my serenity.
Who are you and what did you take from me?

You are an eater, a bury-er, a banisher, a ruin-er, a stain-er, of little boys.
You ate my innocence, buried my memories of what you did, stained my sense of purity, wholeness, and wholesomeness, and went on to savage other little boys.
Who are you, and what did you take from me?

You are the evil one, in a thousand guises.
Visiting young boys when they are most innocent.
Visiting young boys when they are most loving.
Visiting young boys when they still own their feelings.
Visiting young boys when they still own their lives.
Visiting young boys when they still own their bodies.
Visiting young boys when they still own their souls.
Visiting young boys when they still own their history.
Visiting young boys when they still own their future.

You tried to take from me all that was given me.
You tried to take from me what was my right to have.
But you never took ME!

1997 KS.

Wounded And Waiting

Alone.
Totally alone.
Intolerably alone.
Not even Love to keep him company.
No more ideas to get Love
At least with Them.

Too Hard to get Love from Them.
Too Bad to get Love from Them.
Too Smelly to get Love from Them.
Move, Feel, and Talk too much to get Love from Them.
Can’t Laugh or Cry and get Love from Them.
Can’t Be and get Love from Them.

No one to Listen.
No one to Protect.
No one to Soothe.
No one to Stroke his forehead.
No one to Hold him.
No one to Be Close to.
No one to Stop Them from Hitting.
No one to Stop Them from Screaming.
No one to Stop the Bad Touching.
No one else.
All Others Hurt.

Want. Don’t Want.
Do. Don’t Do.
Go. Stop.
Love. Hurt.
lovehurtlovehurtlovehurt
Give up, Die.
Can’t Die.
Don’t know how to Die.
Can’t Stand It.

Empty Despair.
Hungry Emptiness.
A Psychic Chasm.
Hiding.
But also Waiting.
For the unsuspecting Adult
To Stumble through the Barrier of Pain,
And into the Chasm.
To Discover
The Extent of his Agony,
And the Measure of his True Strength.

1995 KS

Why do I Love you?


I love you as an act of faith and hope
In a world where there seems little of both.I Love you for the safety you provide,
And for that which I can provide you.I Love you for your strength in withstanding immeasurable pain
Even though you sometimes see yourself as weak (we are the same in that).I Love you for your smile,
And for the opportunity to make you smile.I Love you for your tears,
And the opportunity to wipe them from your face.I Love you most of all for your tender Heart,
A Heart I would give my life to protect.I Love you just because I do, Love chooses us,
And for me, Love has chosen You.

1999 KS

Only Love


Some days I feel like I am lost.
The Love is gone,
The burden’s tossed Back on my shoulders.
Where has It gone?
Where has Love gone?

I know It’s here,
It’s all around.
It never leaves,
Only hidden by my fears.
How can I feel It?
Oh, how can I feel It?

Then a “Softness” comes
And disolves my fears.
Washed away Through a flood of tears
Is my sorrow.
No more sorrow.
Only Love.
1990 Ken S.