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SURVIVORS POEMS

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Shallow One BY Whitney Lyons

Shallow One

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The words "I want you"

Usually meant that I had

To perform womanly duties.

As my body became his biggest please-

My child-like Spirit went overseas.

I became so numb

That when I wanted to feel

I fantized about what was no longer real.

Today, I strive to be a healthy woman

By keeping my Spirit and body as one

Especially while making love

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Dancin' Dove

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His dove is two years older

But she calls him big brother

Because he's a kindred survivor.

He mends her wings

By guiding her out of wounded nights

With his healing light.

As she rest on his forearm

She graciously spreads her delicate wings

And together they dance in the air

Teaching other survivors the flight

Of a wonderful loving life.

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Whitney Lyons

sassy@midohio.net

Sunset Artist

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When she laughs-

She paints yellow-

Her innocent looks-

Brings out her mother's pastels.

Her pale purple

Soothes troubled souls

And once in awhile helps one become a rainbow.

When she acts younger than her age

She paints a wild orange

Which for her takes a lot of courage.

Her deep black

Brings out her loved ones white

So she'll have strength to fight.

Somehow this young artist

Forms human sunsets.

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Whitney Lyons

sassy@midohio.net

Mind Beach

Inner Peace

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I walk barefoot along

The sandy road

Looking at the water Dance-

It tells me that I have strength

To smile through every circumstance.

The wind gently caressing my fair skin

Makes me glad that I am who I am.

As the waves chase my barefeet-

I laugh and prance just like a playful child

That's free from the memories of abuse awhile.

As I watch the seagulls soar

I'm reminded that I'm allowed to say, "No More".

I look behind me to see another set of footprints-

Carrying a tall body with eyes that tell me that

He too has walked the same road.

I reach for his hand

Like we've been friends since our lives began.

Together we walk our mind's beach

To gather our inner peace.

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Whitney Lyons

sassy@midohio.net

Soul Hero

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As I step away-

I see a little soul

Afraid of people's ways.

She didn't utter a word

About her abusive world.

Instead she endured anger

>From a family of strangers.

She was only four

When she was raped on a cold floor.

She shielded her tears

To calm her sister's fears.

She reached for that baby hold

Only to be punished for being bold

As my aged petite body became joined

With this strong survivor's soul-

I realized that I'm a hero.

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Whitney Lyons

sassy@midohio.net

The Beast's Rainbow

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Everytime my inner beast clawed

It's way to freedom

It was quickly condemned

By parents who lived in sin.

The black spirit grew with my body

Until I was in my thirties.

Then I met a petite strong woman

Who noticed that I didn't show that I was human.

She slowly used her invisible key

To set the raging beast free.

The beast slowly softened like fluffy clouds

That accents her magnificate rainbow.

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Whitney Lyons

sassy@midohio.net

She Stopped

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She stopped sleeping in his bed

And yelled at his touches

Not to mention his smooches.

He needed an outlet

So he resorted to snapping bare skin

With a leather belt.

To keep his sexuality alive

He made me his little wife

By the time I was five

Which made my baby spirit go dead.

She stopped being my mother when I turned six

And handed me over to a strange sibling

Who instantly became an eight year old mommy.

This child mother enjoyed hurting me

Because to her saying, "I love you"

Was beating someone black and blue.

I have to admit that I don't hold the sibling or

Husband to blame

For my heart stains

Because she's the one who stopped being my mother

And his adult lover.

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Whitney Lyons

sassy@midohio.net

Inside Mother

Outside Child

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She is petite and strong-

Everyone says that she's

A beautiful song.

They fail to look within

At a heart that's badly skinned,

There, there is a sad child

Who hungers to be held awhile.

Deep with in her soul is a

Loving Mother who struggles to bring

The babe's horror to an end.

Deep within, this child is bold-

Where her heart can unfold.

The inside mother is a guide-

To bring the hidden hungry child outside.

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Whitney Lyons