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Many of the survivors use art in its various forms to express their creativity in a healing way.
Here is a collection of poetry,images and videos. Feel free to contribute....

Information in the creative expressions section is intended to offer survivors an alternate manner to express themselves.  Please note that the views expressed by contributors to the creative expressions page do not necessarily represent the views of the Foundation. 


It Is OK To Tell PDF Print E-mail

 

It Is OK To Tell

 

 

We are a river wide,
Amongst the multitudes we hide
We wear the mask of life,
Trying hard to manage inner strife.
 
Predators speckle our maps, the fraction that they show
Yet the victims’ marks would coat the ground like snow
Don’t hide their dirty lies
You’ll let the monsters multiply
 
Where was help when we were young?
Seems too late, the damage done.
Pretending nothing’s wrong, blend into society,
We try to be so strong, hiding our hell, reality.
 
Predators speckle our maps, the fraction that they show
Yet the victims’ marks would cover the ground like snow
Don’t hide their dirty lies
You’ll let the monsters multiply
 
Doesn’t matter – stranger, friend or family
Protect the children, Can’t You SEE?
Let the truth be known – no more eternal scars
Let the Lord’s mercy be shown, even if its behind bars
 
-Submitted by Stacy
 
Invisible Boy PDF Print E-mail

I am a writer and playwright.  I've had poems and essays published, including essays on the Sandusky case on The Progressive and Life After Hate websites, and have a book coming out this fall.  I've written over 20 full-length plays, 50 monologues, a one-act play, and an adaptation.  Two years ago I finally shared my story of abuse in the form of a play calledInvisible Boy, a drama about surviving childhood sex abuse.  It was performed at Broom Street Theater in Madison, Wisconsin for 18 performances in 2010 and at North East School of the Arts in San Antonio, Texas for three performances in 2011.  The original production in Madison was videotaped and is available for viewing online.  Parts of it may be triggering for some but it is ultimately a play about survival, not the abuse.

 

CLICK THE LINK BELOW TO VIEW THE PLAY

 

http://vimeo.com/17470426

 
Touch Me, Don't PDF Print E-mail

Cringed in the cavern of my mind, I scream
  Is this for real?! Or is it a dream?!
Could I'd been wrong? Oh how can it be,
  That what I've just been through should happen to me?!!!

Flesh that is burning...heart split asunder...
  Has this storm passed yet? I still feel the thunder!!!
Couldn't you have loved me? And I'd loved you back?
  Where is the sunshine? Why's it so black???
Read more...
 
Suspended Animation PDF Print E-mail

I sit in the dark and masturbate

Alone in the night wondering why fate

Has decided that I should terminate

All the dreams I once had…

Where is the white picket fence?

What happened to all my self defense?

How did I lose all my sense

Of self worth?

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Games PDF Print E-mail

I don’t live. I don’t have a life.

I exist. I breathe, but my world is rife

In the games of others, I can’t participate… It’s all too much emotional strife

I don’t seek, I just hide, hide with my fear, live with my shame.

I don’t jump rope, I think of swinging by it, a means to an end.

I don’t dodge the ball, I let others hit me with it, and I deserve to be struck

I am “it”. Always the one seeking others but never finding someone else to tag

I don’t hop scotch; I drink it in the hope of numbing myself to the pain I feel all the time

I don’t play musical chairs for there is never a seat open to me

Read more...
 
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