Survivor's Expressions

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A poem written by an 11-year girl named Tamsin. She will always be in my heart.

girl in my mirror

when I look in my mirror, I wish that I could see someone that I like looking back at me

but that’s not who I see no I see someone bad I see eyes that cry I see someone sad

I see someone who hates herself and wishes she could die and go and be an angel and live up in the sky

I see someone that does bad things and lies about them too and she has bad hands she doesn’t know what to do

she wishes she could tell someone so they could help her now but she is too afraid and she doesn’t know how

I don’t know who she is she isn’t really me this the girl in my mirror looking back at me

Tamsin (lil sqwert)

Girl Living Inside Me

theres a girl
crying
i cant tell why
her clothes
are ripped
her hair
in knots
theres blood
just a little
only a few spots

she stands up and walks towards me
sobbing
oh the tears
comes flying at me
i stand
in fear

she screams
my ears
oh she screams

her hands
wrap my neck
her thumbs
pressing hard
my breath
its gone
my face turning
red

i cry
she slaps me
spits in my face
she laughs
through her tears
not a happy laugh

i look in her eyes
and it scares me so
the eyes that look at me
are mine

the girl is me
two years
ago
when he caused so much anger
by taking me

i wanted to
strangle myself
thought
i did it to myself
i must not have
fought hard enough

but i shouldnt have had to fight at all

she is inside me
throwing her arms
crying
sobbing yelling
every single
day

Jen

The seed was planted on barren ground,
but watered and tended
carefully.
The sun rose and fell a few.
A sprout emerged, tender and young as
new life sprang forth from the
earth.
Rain and seasons passed.
Spring, the sprout now proud and tall,
furrowed deeply in the soil
rooted.
Strengthened with nourishment.
One day awakening, upon the earth,
a bloom of amazing glory.
rose.
Amidst a few thorns.
The price not a large one to give to the earth,
when cared and needed,
precious
beauty from the heart.
Tiny seed began the journey unknowing where
if it were to be,
yet
faith, hope and kindness took the chance.
And grow it will from choice and help
through seasons not yet
seen.
It will be.

by Rhonda Huffman

"The worse sound ever heard is the silent scream of a child" -Anonymous

Cool breezes caress lonely shoulders hidden
forever from the suns warm touch of rays...
Spring lightly teases the air with fresh dew
playing amid the new green in the branches
The darkness turns to gray in the mornings
mist of chilliness over the map of dawn...
Sleep turns to awareness of a new chance
at the hours increasing enlightenment
The song of life just on the other side of darkness
Beyond the coverlet of dawn has begun...
All around a fresh, clean ark of brilliance on
the beginning sound of birth in the ear
The taste, the smell, and sight, the touch of new
thought across the horizon of the soul...
Fades the fear of eternal gloom in the halls
of empty solitude.

by Rhonda Huffman

THE POOL

THE POOL IS COOL AND DEEP. FOUND,
IN YOUR EYES,
BECKEN AS THEY DO
THE VOICES OF NATURE, ALL
AROUND US, A
SHROUD OF SOUND.
THE DEEP BLUE, CALM,
MIRROR,
THE PAINS OF LIFE
YET ONCE
TOUCHED
THE SURFACE BROKEN BY THE
YEARNING SOUL
AND VENTURED INTO, THE
MIND CLEARS.
THE PAIN DISAPPEARS
CULTIVATION OF THE SOUL BRINGS
A HEIGHTENED EXISTENCE,
REALITY.
HEALING BEGINS...
by Rhonda Huffman