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The poetry by domestic violence and rape survivors is part of our contribution to the healing of survivors. For more poems by victims of domestic violence and rape, please visit our guestbook. There you can read works by others or add your own. Let the poetry of survivors be an inspiration to you. Their words which are expressed become part of the dance of life and enlarge the circle of healing that is sought by all survivors.

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Poetry by Domestic Violence and Rape Survivors – At 3AM
Now its 3am 

Your mind’s running fast 

reviewing events in the past. 

You need a friend.
First you lie awake 

with the covers pulled up tight. 

Then you get up, 

even though its night. 

Maybe you’ll even try 

to put the living room straight?
This Page is for you 

my friend. 

Written from a place 

we’ve all been. 

When you want to call someone- 

but you’re all alone. 

Or everyone’s asleep 

in your home.
Look at the words 

that are written here. 

Draw from them comfort 

and hold them dear. 

You can feel the strength 

that is offered here.
It’s 3am. 

You wish someone were here. 

Do not fear 

someone is here 

Gayle

Poetry by Domestic Violence and Rape Survivors – I Am No Longer a Victim
I am no longer a Victim. 

I have always hated that word! 

I am now a Survivor. 

The road from one to the other 

Was a long journey, 

Which has no end, only new beginnings. 

A Victim lives in fear. 

A Survivor endures. 

A Victim is weak and powerless, 

Paying for what was not her doing. 

A Survivor has grown strong 

Because she knows the price is not hers to pay. 

The Sin is not hers to atone. 

God will extract the price from the right person 

On the day when no lie can be told. 

So do not call me a Victim. 

I have always hated that word.
L.M.Courtney 

Warwick, RI 

Added 9/02 

 

Poetry by Domestic Violence and Rape Survivors – Insomnia
Why can we not change the past 

Or right the wrongs that forever last 

Painful memories cloud my mind 

It hurt to be naive that time 

Raped of mind and innocence lost 

I had no say in what it cost 

Dark dreams await my sleep 

It hurts so bad I start to weep 

I’m alone with my pain 

Am I able to stay sane?
-Jason (Skie) 

  

 

Poetry by Domestic Violence and Rape Survivors – TORTURED SOULS
We are empathetic towards one another, 

Our souls deteriorating with each other 

Together we stay deep in thought, 

Hoping happiness will soon be sought.
We are tortured souls, searching 

Searching our hearts and our pasts 

Forever fearing what may be lurking 

Hoping that this misery will not last!
Fear is something that we know well, 

Our souls locked together in this hell 

Going insane trying to escape our cells 

Together we have a lot to tell!
No one cares about who we are 

So our hearts cry, 

Locked behind this foggy glare 

Our souls die!
ANA JAGA

Poetry by Domestic Violence and Rape Survivors – Harvest
 Harvest can mean so many things, so many things in deed.
Harvest can mean harvesting of the food. 

OR 

Harvest can mean the harvesting of the heart in need. 

We can harvest so many things, there are so many things to do.
You can harvest from the word. 

You can harvest from the Lord. 

You can harvest from a friend. 

There really isn’t any end.
The harvesting from the word will make you feel good inside. 

There really isn’t any need to hide, when you’re filled from harvesting inside.
Share your harvest and watch it grow. 

It will grow & grow & grow faster than you know.
Spread your harvest to those in need. 

You’ll never know where you started a seed.
Give thanksgiving to our Great Provider. 

He will never let us thirst or hunger.
Giving thanks is part of the harvest of the heart. 

Everyone who shares, need only a little part. 

For Blessings & Thanks are in & from the heart.
From His heart to ours and from ours to His. 

Let us give Thanks 

BECAUSE
!!!!!!!!!!!! JESUS LIVES !!!!!!!!!!
Written By Lorna G. Hoefner 

As Given By God 

 

Poetry by Domestic Violence and Rape Survivors – Memories of The Soul Are Forbidden
We are among a web, 

Of twisted confusion. 

Only a beginning, never ending, 

We are memories of the soul.
We are only traced 

by the footsteps of our master 

be thankful, for 

We are memories of the soul
Try if you will, 

Futility is all you can know 

You have no place here 

We are memories of the soul
And if you could see in, 

What of you then? 

Are you prepared 

For the memories of the soul
Taking the form of dreams, 

Distorting nothing for sanity’s sake. 

Reliving all in pieces, 

We are memories of the soul.
Rng 

Sept.17,1997

Poetry by Domestic Violence and Rape Survivors – The Dreamweaver
Come, beckons the night, 

Let us dance together, and chase the dreamweaver 

I am not laughing at you 

It is only the laughter of the past 

Rushing through your brain
I am harmless, why do you resist me so? 

Pearls of wisdom are here within my walls 

And peace offerings as well 

Yet you quake at the sight of me 

My power has not alluded you
Need I remind you? 

You cannot resist me forever! 

I am that necessary evil 

Which recreates evil past 

My nourishment lies in your screams 

So, foolish one, scream on!
No one is listening, no one hears 

Wake them; tell them of your sad tales 

I will recapture them before your voice silences 

But they will not find your persecutor 

And will think you mad
Reach for the sun, it is hours ’til its’ dawn 

As I am your punisher, it is your reward 

However, for now I am your companion 

Let us dance together, and chase the dreamweaver 

Come, I beckon you
Rng 

Nov.5,1997

Poetry by Domestic Violence and Rape Survivors – Melody
There is a melody 

inside of me 

That changes with the breeze. 

Sometimes fast, 

yet other times slow, 

it comes from the deepest 

recesses of my innermost soul.
It is the rhythmic beating 

of a latin dance, 

Powerful,intense, 

singing louder, 

finding power 

as each day I survive.
It is the gentle 

flowing tones of a lullaby, 

half whispered to a sleepy child.
Sleep my dear, 

peace is near,
Each day I live. 

I truly survive.
Gayle

Poetry by Domestic Violence and Rape Survivors – Midnight
Midnight
Darkness and silence, 

Silence and fear, 

Fear and pain, 

Pain and terror, 

In the night the demons descend, 

To rest upon broken hearts, 

Tormenting and torturing, 

Is this never to end?
Darkness and silence, 

Silence and fear, 

Fear and pain, 

Pain and terror, 

Their wings wrap around the shattered souls, 

Binding to them the terror they bring, 

Banging against the door, demanding to be let in, 

Please let this end.
Darkness and silence, 

Silence and fear, 

Fear and pain, 

Pain and terror, 

A crack in the door, a sliver of night, 

Rushes of insanity, claws of dreams sink into the mind’s flesh, 

Please, oh please, let this all end.
Darkness and silence, 

Silence and fear, 

Fear and pain, 

Pain and terror, 

A hand reaches out to stroke the brow, 

A kiss on the hand, fingers laced tight, 

Light penetrates midnight, love washes away the pain, 

Ah, at last, this is finally to end.
Courage and peace, 

Peace and support, 

Support and encouragement, 

Encouragement and love, 

Love and you, 

Thank you my love, 

Thank you my family, 

Thank you my friends, 

Thank you my Father, 

At last the night ends.
By Lori A. Scriver, 

Feb. ’97

Poetry by Domestic Violence and Rape Survivors – The Pathway
Pain and terror, 

Destruction and loss, 

Grief and anguish.
Time and courage, 

Tears and ablution, 

Courage and solace.
Forgiving, but not forgetting, 

Faith and trust rebuild… 

The pathway of healing.
By Lori A. Scriver, 

Feb. ’97

Poetry by Domestic Violence and Rape Survivors – Friends
Friends come in many shapes 

particularly when brought together 

by surviving rapes. 

We are like the trees 

blown and bending by the breeze. 

Though they toss 

and bend and bow, 

they hold fast 

deeply rooted in the ground. 

Our friends are the support 

keeping us from being blown apart. 

For in life 

we must bend and give 

like the trees in the wind. 

Our roots support us 

drawing in strength, 

from friends.
by Gayle

Poetry by Domestic Violence and Rape Survivors – I…
I… 

I was strong. 

I was brave. 

I was in love. 

I was loved. 

I thought one drink to loosen up. 

I thought that was all it was. 

I was wrong.
I am not brave. 

I am not strong. 

I am not in love. 

I am not loved. 

I have lost my innocence. 

I can not go on with my shame! 

I will never find anyone that could ever love me 

past and all.
I will be strong again. 

I will be brave again. 

I will be in love again. 

I will be loved again. 

I will make it through. 

I will go on with my shame. 

I will over come everything. 

I will find someone who can love me past and all.
I am strong again. 

I am brave again. 

I am in love again. 

I am loved again. 

I have make it through. 

I have over come everything. 

I have found someone that loves me past and all.
I have survived!!!
-Demona

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