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A Voice In The Darkness |
Body Image Betrayal & Related Issues: |
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A Voice In The Darkness |
Flow through me Spirit
Let Thy works be mine;
Thy goodness and thy mercy,
forever more.
Be gone, days of yore,
Your valley of pain
shall no longer flow
through my Life's veins.
See anew,
eyes of the soul,
behold the great beauty
of Mother Earth and Father Moon.
Let the rains of yesterday
flow through the canyons of my heart
making way for
tomorrow's Spring.
Oh, Kindred Spirit
Balance me on your knees, as a small child
Allow me Life and Growth
and Freedom.
Thy works of Peace and Beauty
share,
that rebirth may open me
as the lilies in the fields
at the first breath of dawn.
©1994
Deep within the innermost realms of reality
Amidst the darkest shadows of the soul
And the blazing fires of the human mind
Look... See it rising
New and Triumphantly glorious
The Phoenix...
Nature's symbol of life reborn
The essence of recovery.
No more...
Are the days spent wildly screaming into the winds
of time and justice
No more...
Are the hours spent blindly fighting against
the might of the hurricanes of years gone by.
No more...
Are the hours spent in desperate isolation
Struggling to reach the outward mark
Some recognition of who we are and
what we are to become.
Replaced, are they,
by the blazing light of truth
and the all encompassing power of love
The past has died...
It hath been reborn.
No more...
must children walk the path of Hell
No more...
must tears be shed in the name of the Past
No more...
must anyone fear the days yet to come.
Rest secure...
Live again.
Fly reborn Spirit
Bird of light and unending radiance..
Release thy healing energy
To all who have yet to rise
from the ashes below.
That their spirits too shall know rebirth
Spread your mighty wings and fly
forward into all the world.
That all may know the power of recovery.
Fly free....
Phoenix:
Bird of truth
Be free.
©1994
A strong woman is a woman in whose head
a voice is repeating, I told you so,
ugly, bad girl, bitch, nag, shrill, witch,
ballbuster, nobody will ever love you back,
why aren't you feminine, why aren't
you soft, why aren't you quiet, why
aren't you dead?
A strong woman is a woman determined
to do something others are determined
not be done. She is pushing up on the bottom
of a lead coffin lid. She is trying to raise
a manhole cover with her head, she is trying
to butt her way through a steel wall.
Her head hurts. People waiting for the hole
to be made say, hurry, you're so strong.
A strong woman is a woman bleeding
inside. A strong woman is a woman making
herself strong every morning while her teeth
loosen and her back throbs. every baby,
tooth, midwives used to say, and now
every battle a scar. A strong woman
is a mass of scar tissue that aches
when it rains and wounds that bleed
when you bump them and memories that get up
in the night and pace in boots to and fro.
A strong woman is a woman who craves love
like oxygen or she turns blue choking.
A strong woman is a woman who loves
strongly and weeps strongly and is strongly
terrified and has strong needs. A strong woman is strong
in words, in action, in connection, in feeling;
she is not strong as a stone but as a wolf
suckling her young. Strength is not in her, but she
enacts it as the wind fills a sail.
What comforts her is others loving
her equally for the strength and for the weakness
from which it issues, lightning from a cloud.
Lightning stuns. In rain, the clouds disperse.
Only water of connection remains,
flowing through us. Strong is what we make
each other. Until we are all strong together,
a strong woman is a woman strongly afraid.
By: Marge Piercy
Tired and disoriented, a woman steps into a house of solitude
The smell of bleach and cleanliness mixes with contempt
She paces the floor with angry tears, knowing what lies ahead
A tall oak pantry whispers her name
Doors open and shut, slam and bang
Her clenched white knuckles meet head on with the wall
Head bowed down with disgrace, she walks away
The couch becomes her sanctuary
She blankets herself and tries to hide
Voices of cereal, ice cream, cookies and peanut butter call her name
Powerless, she covers her ears with callused hands
Comforted she falls asleep
Sleep is her temporary weapon.
Dreams of food infest her consciousness
She awakens soaked with perfumed sweat and runny mascara
The woman struggles to sit up - but for what reason?
Her eyes search for a distraction
Cigarettes relieve her with a quick fix
She lights up two, three, four in a row
Tempted, pushed and mocked by the "urge"
Fighting becomes a battle, then a war
She falls to her knees and screams to the ceiling
Or is it God she is hollering to?
Emotions drain her and she gives up to temptation
A raid is in progress and it is out of control.
Bloated with swollen bellies, the woman huddles onto a cold, damp floor
A porcelain fixture lightly touches her face
Miserable and disgusted, she hoists her body over the swirling waters
Rage, guilt and shame force out the demon
Not once, not twice, but infinite amounts
She rids herself of feelings, emotions and unforgivable thoughts
The "rush" sends her on a circle-driven high
Numbness soothes her soul
She sees, hears and feels nothing
Hours, maybe minutes pass by, she does not know nor does she care.
The woman inches her figure back to the couch, exhausted yet empty
Curling up into infancy, she buries her reddened face into the cushions
Eyes full of tears and a chest hot as fire,
The woman closes the lids of self-hatred and falls into a pit of hopelessness.
Sleep becomes her safeguard . . .
A defense that erases time.
By:
Kasey King © 1998
I'm so confused
I just cant think
Sometimes I feel
About to sink
The world I know
Has just gone crazy
Or is it me?
My minds gone hazy
I thought I had
The perfect plan
I thought I'd met
The perfect man
Nothing is
As what I thought
The life of plenty
Everything bought
I want to stop
This constant worry
Life gone by
While in a hurry
Live today
As if the last
Accept myself
Forget the past
I want to start
My life today
Don't plan each moment
Waste away
To sing and dance
To love and feel
To pray to God
My soul will heal
By: Anonymous © 6/1/98
I slip away
They keep on talking
Fight the fear
keep on walking
Let it out
Release my soul
I see the contents
In the bowl
I wash my hands
My face I clean
Go to the table
Feeling lean
Will someone notice?
Well, so far no
For now I am
Just like a pro
Return with a smile
No more pain
With all I ate
No weight I'll gain
Is it normal
To eat till I'm sick
Just to stay
As thin as a stick?
The world can't tell
How crazy I am
Once drawn in
Stuck in a jam
I want to stop
I tried long ago
Destroying my life
Yes, I know
Tell me how
To take control
To see my value
And save my soul
For when this day
Appears to me
The chains will break
I'll be set free
By: Anonymous © 3/27/98
By: Anonymous ©
3/26/98
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