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You are my Spirit.
With you I know I’m never rejected.
You are my Spirit.
By the poison of abuse, you’re never infected
You are my Spirit.
I see you when my eye is swollen and blue
You are my Spirit.
Together, there’s nothing we can’t do
You are my Spirit.
Beside me to when I’m falling
You are my Spirit.
Inspiring me to answer my freedom’s calling
You are my Spirit.
We’ve been together for so long
You are my Spirit.
We make each other strong
You are my Spirit.
I’m full of love, with you inside
You are my Spirit.
Existing in me, like groom and bride
You are my Spirit.
Using understanding to relieve my pain
You are my Spirit.
Whispiring soflty, bringing peace to my brain
You are my Spirit.
There all the time during my abused day
You are my Spirit.
When all abuse is finished, together we pray
You are my Spirit.
Our God tells us what to do
You are my Spirit.
I can’t go forward without you
You are my Spirit.
Lookig ahead at what will be done
You are my Spirit.
Together you and I can stand as one
You are my Spirit.
Never did you break, you could only bend
You are my Spirit.
Giving me courage to make the abuse end
You are my Spirit.
About “us”, Survivors will brag & boast
You are my Spirit.
Now I’m complete, no longer a Ghost.

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Your only FEAR should be the CHOICES you make.

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How Could It Be?

How could it be, we’ve no food to feed the children
How could it be, we’ve no heat to warm their feet
How could it be, you still can’t find employment
How can it be, you’ve a needle in your arm
How could it be, I thought that I once loved you
How could it be, I thought you loved me too
How could it be, I wanted things to change
How can it be, you sold our wedding rings
How could it be, the new baby won’t stop crying
How could it be, the oldest sucks his thumb
How could it be, you don’t come home for days now
How can it be, I always seem to stay
How can it be, I’m talking to this stranger
How can it be, I’m telling everything
How can it be, you said no one would believe me
How can it be, are feet are warm tonight
How can it be, strangers really care
How can it be, the children seem to glow
How can it be, they barely know our names
How can it be, they love us just the same
How can it be, I’m standing on my own
How can it be, the children are growing strong
How can it be, the Lord has stood beside me
How can it be, my heart no longer hurts
How can it be, just seeing is believing
How can it be, to be myself for once
How can it be, I no longer ask that question
For I see, how it can be

If you run a newsletter, blog or anything to create awareness about domestic violence you may use this poem with my permission, just email me so that I know. dreamfocused@earthlink.net

Domestic Abuse Hotline 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE)
TDD 1-800-787-3224
Voice: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) 800-79

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GET READY

Get Ready
To have YOUR life back!
Get Ready
To leave the abuse behind!
Get ready!

Because YOU deserve your “dignity”!
Get ready
To let the “healing” start!
Get Ready
To live “without” fear!
Get Ready
YOU have the right to be “YOU”!
Get Ready
To use YOUR voice and be “heard”!
Get Ready
To dance to the music of “freedom”
Get Ready
To re-learn how to be “alive”!
Get Ready
To grab the reins of “empowerment”!
Get Ready
To walk into L.I.F.E.
Get Ready
YOU ARE NOT ALONE

Get Ready. GET Ready. GET READY

(L)ove (I)integrity (F)orgiveness (E)mpowerment

If you’re not “READY for LIFE”,

When will “YOU” think it’s time to “GET READY”?

No time like today, tomorrow’s not promised.

{GhostWing}

http://www.facebook.com/GhostWing
Your only FEAR should be the CHOICES you make.

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This poem is for the compilation…

YOU CAN DO IT – I DID

I GO DOWN.

First, it makes me numb…
Then the fear makes me dumb and I don’t know how to do anything…
But through my mind goes so many things.

Then inside it grips, grinds, and I go blind…
On the surface it terrifies and I try, oh try… to hide.
And to myself, I lie that it may stop.

But it always comes back (sometimes worse),
Too scared to cry… afraid I might die,
I’m lucky to be alive.

ESCAPE

Nothing new today, just another battle…
Behind doors, it’s ok –
It’s only me it will rattle.

Then on the lawn in front of the neighbours,
Friends drop in,
Children too…

This is not new,
This is not good,
But today it will stop.

So I pretend to go to the shop,
Dressed for it I stop at the door – and think I hear a whisper
“Please don’t go” a child’s voice – one I will remember forevermore.

But I know it has to be done.
And I walk to the shop,
Then I run.

SAFETY

I am lucky at last – but I don’t feel it,
The phone box is outside a surf life saver shack,
And for fear of being seen on the street – I use it.

“Can I use the phone?” I ask,
They see my split lip, hear my soft voice,
They get me the phone book fast.

Lifeline are helpful,
The domestic violence help line even more,
They call a taxi to my door.

They put me in a hotel for two nights,
Feed me, clothe me,
Get me to a town where I can survive.

Put me in a safe house,
For as long as I decide,
Council me, look after me,

And now I know – that everything will be alright.

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