Healing Circle
The healing circle is for and from the survivors themselves.
The brave ones who have survived and now
want to share with others, their poetry, and words of encouragement.
All entries will be reviewed before they are posted.
MY NIGHT (KNIGHT)
by Lana Reese
DEEP WITHIN MY SOUL
A SEA OF EMOTIONS STIR
SURROUNDED BY EMPTINESS, BORDOM AND SCREAMS
AS PEOPLE SLEEP THIS WONDRUS NIGHT,
I SORE, I FIGHT
DEEP WITHIN MY SOUL
A SEA SURROUNDED BY EMPTYNESS
EMOTIONS KEPT AND DREAMS HIDDEN
A WHISPER OF SILENCE THEY SPEEK
THE CHAINS THAT BIND
DARE NOT LET GO
I HEAR THE ECHOS A MILLION FOLD
SUFFOCATING, SUFFOCATING
NOT WANTING WHAT DAYLITE BRINGS
THE NIGHT COMES WITH A WARM EMBRACE
I REACH OUT TO TAKE HOLD
COMFORT IT BRINGS A TIRED SOUL
SILENCE WANTED, NEEDED, CRAVED
SURROUNDED BY A SEA OF CHAINS
EACH LINK A MEMORY
SONGS OF WANT OF NEED
ECHO IN THE DARKNESS
GUILT AND SHAME A MELODY
WORN AND RAGGED MY SOUL BECOMES
YEARNING TO BE SET FREE
OF SECRETS AND TALES AND MISTERIES
WITH A FURRIOUS TUG A LINK BREAKS FREE
A WEE HOPE CREAPS IN SILENTLY
A BIT OF COMFORT I SHALL SEE
FOR TONIGHT THE SKIES WILL DARKEN
THE NIGHT WILL COME TO WELCOME ME
Lana Reese 1997
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A Poem on forgiveness
A Gift From My Grandmother, She Taught Me HIS Name
I cry in the night
Of my fearful sight
Scared to wake in the morn
Only to face your scorn
No talking at the table is the rule of the house
I'll be a good girl, as quiet as a mouse
I said a word without a thought
Now I'm in for it, Cause I know I've been taught
Down I went with a fist in my face
Oh how I wished there was a hug in it's place
I'm sorry I cried, I'll not do it again
My tiny heart I can't take the pain
Off to my room with a kick and a push
I'll go to bed hungry, no treat and no book
My face is all bloody and so is my hair
Oh please, please mommy, I need you to care!
I cover my bruises and I lick my own wounds.
If I say the wrong words, I know I am doomed
.A Gift From My Grandmother.
She Gave Me His Name.
God, I cried,I almost died!
I'm only 6 but my love is deep
Oh God, I'm one of your little sheep.
Please protect me from my parents hand,
I keep in my heart the promised land.
Mom you'll never be my mother, but a sister will do
If God can forgive you, then I can too!
Mom you couldn't love me as your child
Now you're my sister, you're meek and you're mild.
Take my hand dear mother of mine,
We'll follow our God ....till the end of time.
A gift from my Grandmother, She taught me his name.
Lana Reese , July 2003
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