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I
am running from my thoughts.
Running
from myself.
Running
from you.
Why
can't I leave you behind?
Just
Because... by: A Thriver
I
stop to catch my breath.
It's
shallow, slowing down to deep.
You're
right there beside me.
Can't
you leave me alone?
Just
because I was sexually abused, it does not mean
I
think I am only good for sex,
I
want you with, beside me all the way.
I
think that your only interest in me is sexual,
But
you bring me bad memories.
I
think it was my fault...
You're
a ghost from my past.
Anymore.
Why
do you keep coming back?
Just
because I was raped, it does not mean
I
lash out in vain, trying to make you leave.
I
feel dirty and full of shame,
You
just keep coming back.
I
feel unsafe in this world,
You're
a symbol of my past, a sign of my future.
I
feel victimized...
I
wish you to leave, but will you please stay?
Anymore.
By
S.R.O. Written 4/27/00
Just
because I am an addict, it does not mean
I
cannot keep a job,
I
cannot take care of my child,
I
cannot face life...
Fall
- by: Unknown Author. (age 16)
Anymore.
Look
around and see,
Just
because I have been through these situations,
Maybe
a furry little squirrel climbing up a tree.
It
does not mean that I cannot heal.
Listen
close and hear,
Actually,
I have chosen to use these
The
soft rustling of the leaves on the ground
situations
to make me a stronger person,
so
near.
be
more compassionate and less judgemental.
Smell
the air crisp and pure,
We
all have situations like these and we
Mother
nature has brought fall for sure.
have
the capacity to heal...if we choose to.
Feel
the frost on the ground below,
A
sign that it will soon snow.
Taste
the hot cocoa that mother made,
I
am an artist
Remembering
summer and then letting it fall.
you
tell me as you gesso
All
these things, and a whole lot more,
truth.
Until it's smooth
Are
memories that I'll have and that I will
hands,
not of this world
always
in my mind store.
are
metaphors for who you are
I
do not mind closed doors.
The
stones closed tightly
Is
This A Dream Or Is It Real - by Heather. (age 17)
in
your fists. Say far too much
Are
our lives each just a wheel
but
won't you make it right.
Is
everything we do and everything
Just
the imagination and thought
Are
we all just characters in
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