I wrote these two poems during a bleak, black period in my life. July 25 1989
Tired of Fear; I turned to Hate,
Tired of Pain; I turned to Rage,
Tired of Living; I tried to Die,
Tired of Failing; I decided to Live,
Tired of Losing; I decided to Love,
Tired of being a Victim; I became a Survivor,
Tired Now, Even of Just Surviving-
I Want to Win.
July 1989
Silently, I have Sat Alone in the Dark;
Finally, Free from the Past of Pain;
Desperately, Alone with my Fears;
Knowing, But Uncertain how to face Them;
Quietly, Allowing them to Overcome Me;
Slowly, I reach out in final Desperation;
Again, this thing called Fear Grabs Me;
Quickly, It chokes the Breath from Me.
Again, in Desperation,
I Breathe
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