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| Silke Lance |
Aug 04, 2004, 08:18 AM
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Kim Schneiderhan;A Survivor
( http://www.angelfire.com/fl/kimsssafeplace/index.html ) A survivor of sexual abuse/incest, Ms. Schneiderhan has been very active on and off the web for survivors of sexual abuse. POEM I'll gently wipe away the tear on your cheek. Can you hold my hand? Is it ok? I see you trembling... Hold on child, hold my hand. This shall pass I promise I promise to keep you from harm. There, there little one We are safe now Rest your tired head on my shoulder I will hold you until this passes I understand I know there there my child I see the sun breaking through the clouds I feel that gentle cleansing breeze feel the healing powers of the wind as the sun warms our souls Rise up open your eyes Live your day See the gift of you of this day of the knowing that you don't have to be alone anymore Take my hand, rise up Look the horizon is clear It's a new day. |
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