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A STRONG SURVIVOR
4 years ago

 
Victoria K.   

My name is Victoria Kelly.  I am so delighted and excited that I have completed my poetry book!  This book describes my survival from sexual abuse.  I was incested by my father from infancy until my escape from his power over me at 21.

This book is a dream come true for me!  I have read my poems in public before sharing with others and Breaking the Silence of Violence.  I read my first poem Who's A Prisoner at a Take Back The Night event in Duluth MN in 1986.  The response there was so overwhelming.  After I read the poem I received an unbelievable amount of women coming up to me and hugging me through tear-filled eyes telling me how much they could relate and identify with the words and emotions they knew we had in common. 

I had the same poem published in the W.H.I.S.P.E.R. (Women Hurt In Systems of Prostitution Engaged in Revolt) and OAP (Organizing Against Pornography) newsletters.  I also had my poem The Story of Annette published in the MINED Journal: A publication by and for people with mental illness and emotional disorders. 

 

I have been a panel member and spoke at sexual assault conferences presenting information as a sexual abuse/assault survivor.  I became a THRIVER when just mere survival was not enough!

My writing and artwork was a gift that kept me from going into total insanity.   It was an outlet of all the pain I held inside my body, mind and soul.  The 20th of August I will have 24 years off of drugs and alcohol.  I also have overcome the continuous feeling of wanting to die and of doing self harmful behaviors.

 

Thanks for your time, Victoria R. Kelly

 

4 years ago

You may republish this poem as long as you give me credit for it and list my contact info:  JOURNEYWITHINBOOK@yahoo.com

 

              

 

Who’s a Prisoner?

 

Do you know what it’s like

 

To feel protected

 

Only in the presence

 

Of closed shades

 

And locked doors?

 

And even then at times feel unsafe?

 

 

 

Daddy walks around

 

Going wherever he may please…

 

I once was his prisoner,

 

  Yet he still holds the keys.

 

 

 

The law says he can’t harm me

 

And the time goes slowly by.

 

Do they know the torture that’s still present

 

With every tear I cry?

 

 

 

I can’t tell them how much

 

It hurts me

 

To know they let him roam.

 

Do they know I’m still imprisoned

 

In a place I should call home?

 

 

 

The law was made to protect me

 

And yet it’s so unfair.

 

The victim waits and cries for justice

 

As abusers roam and breathe the air.

4 years ago

PLEASE READ THIS POEM..IT IS HEART WRENCHING..ECHOROSE