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This was written by an AHA! participant that benefited from the donation only
therapy program!

I wrote this poem from my heart, and I believe that
the stranger in my poem is who I was when I was
younger. I had so many negative beliefs about myself,
and I truly believe that therapy has helped me
overcome my obstacles with dealing with my traumas. I
haven't learned to FORGET the bad memories, but I have
instead learned how to live WITH them. I now know that
my past doesn't make up who I am, it helps me learn
more about why I am the way that I am. Without my past
and memories, I would not be the person that I am
today. I am happy with who I am, and I think going to
therapy has helped me better understand my life.

POEM

Young girl, I am for you
Your angelic face is washed with fear
Dewy drops cling to the ends of lashes
As a single tear trickles down your cheek
No one knew that when the world turned off its lights
at night,
You sat in the corner crying silently to the moon,
Waiting for someone to rescue you
A face half-hidden in the shadows,
Pleading eyes reveal a sadness that will not subside
Take my hand and let me stop the madness that you
scream of,
Because I know that madness is what I helped create
Don’t be afraid
You let ME be afraid
Let me dry your tears
Let me conquer what came before, so you can start over
Let me wrap you up in my love and heal your pain
From the beginning, the past was never your fault
Unveil your true self hidden beneath your sorrow
Begin to step into the light
I believe we’ve crossed paths before…
You are me,
Or rather, who I USED to be...

Posted by Jennifer Freed at 09:15 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

as if you took the time
to know my name
as if you learned how i like to dance
as if you listened to the curve of my voice
as if you looked beyond your presumption

but i am here
behind every blank stare
nodding indifference
and typecast
I am here

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Posted by Jennifer Freed at 09:05 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

Hands of clay
Stained on stone
Showers of tears puddle them up.
Memories washed away
Sins are slated clean
No more room for the crazed machine.
No beginnings
No endings
Just " It's happening ".
The endless flower is blackening
There's no room for tommorows
And no way back to " The yesterdayz ".
Must there be a solution?
Must this puzzle be arcane?
No, but I'm always the one to blame.
F*ck the game and f*ck the possibilities
I'm going to do it my way
I will decide who's got the power
And f*ck that flower,
Because it's time for a change
My ways and my needs may be a little strange
Out of range,
But my hands of clay are here to stay
And I will not surrender to an
Impossible dream
I have no mouth, but I want to scream
My imagination.
My eyes are closed shut
My thoughts want to see
I can't proceed,
My brain's divided
Where can I hide it?
Splitted mind, blinded
To my dismay, there is no clay.

Posted by Jennifer Freed at 10:16 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

After the death of her family,
this young Latina girl
at the age of fifteen
was left to roam alone.
Her name was Karina,
a beautiful young lady
sadly broken between two worlds
of richness and poverty.
Desperately in search of open arms
that would help her get by
she met a handsome young man
who always stayed by her side.
After dating for years
and starting a marriage
they shed many tears
with a heart-breaking miscarriage.
They held their heads up high
went through ups and downs
tried their best to get by,
but always fell to the ground.
They had problems with money
and ran from the law
tried their best in surviving
trading cash for drugs.
Soon, money they owed to gangs
so at times they would hide out
since the money they couldn't pay
and living was out of doubt.
An argument was set
between the couple and a gang
shots were exchanged
for the money to be paid.
The love of her life
in her arms was shot and bleeding
and as she prayed he wouldn't die
his heart stopped beating.
Desperate from not having him close
her heart was torn apart
she took her life with a drug over-dose
but died from a broken heart.

Posted by Jennifer Freed at 01:07 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

I cried for no reason.
Cried without sieze.
Got nowhere in decisions,
Just grew in disbelief.

I wished you saw me brake.
Wished you saw me cry.
Just to prove to you,
my confessions of love were no lie.

I dreamed of destiny.
Dreamed of happiness.
Believed in illusions of love,
without boundaries.

I waited for you.
Waited day after day.
Convinced myself,
that waiting was not in vain.

I thought this was temporary.
Thought this would eventually end.
Closed my eyes to be blind,
and asked myself not why? But when?

When would you return?
When would I hear from you?
When could I've avoided this,
in order not to hurt?

I suffered from your love.
Suffered from your games.
Tried to keep up with your lies,
just to cure the pain.

I lied to myself.
Lied to console my heart.
Unfortunately it died of loneliness,
after waiting so long.

Posted by Jennifer Freed at 01:04 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

Temptations of death,
Resurrection in mind,
Mourning what once lived,
but taken from life.

As he thinks of payback,
he enjoys hurting others,
making sure they hurt
like he had to suffer.

He's never serious.
His name is death
His game is good vs. evil
and you just took your last breath.

He sabers every moment,
watches you ache,
covered in blood,
laughing at your pain.

He shows his victims
the " job " the day,
torturing bodies
as if its childs play.

He lifts your soul.
Drags your body.
Grows in power
When he kills somebody.

Aware of what I saw,
but scared to believe.
It's not a movie....
Its what happened to me.

Posted by Jennifer Freed at 01:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

Emotion
Unexpected bursts or uncontrollable feelings,
Possibly treatable but hard to understand,
Strong intangible forces that consume you and your senses,
emotion hides in the back of your mind,
And occasionally flood,
It plays an important role in life,
A role that comes with power and strength.

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Posted by Jennifer Freed at 05:58 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

She was five years old when she was thrown away
She spent her nights and days crying to an open door
Those warm tears have now gone cold, but promise no end
She had no loving hands to embrace her
No pair of lips to kiss away the pain
No one to hold her and guide her to the light
She searched for years for a sign of comfort
Her cries for help preached to the shadows
Pain seeped into her, feeding her hunger and leaving her begging for more
As pictures fade and memories wash away,
The once thriving child slowly dies
Innocence is lost as insanity rapes her mind
Her battered heart tells the story of her life
The past is in the past, but is not yet buried in its grave
The one who was never loved is the easiest to love,
But she's not quick to give it all away
Open your eyes and look at love through her eyes
Peer into her eyes and find yourself
You just might find yourself getting lost in her love

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