And still I rise,
like a phoenix from the flames,
I will not be beaten by your purgatory games,
I lift myself up from the ashes
that are scattered on the floor,
and here I make my solemn vow
you wont beat me anymore..
My wings and tail were battered,
and set alight with your abuse,
my soul was nearly shattered,
and my body by misuse..
But hear me now as I say these words,
as I lift my head up high,
I will not let you have my soul,
you will not make me die..
And still I rise,
A brand new day is falling at my feet,
I am choosing life for me you can't defeat,
I know this is the only choice,
my chance to let me shine,
You have taken far too much,
but what’s now left is mine,
My soul it lights one thousand days,
and my heart one thousand dreams,
the love I have just overflows,
from trickles into streams,
you cannot take my soul from me,
nor my dignity or my heart,
I rise up from these ashes,
and make this brand new start..
Author notes
My name is Lisa Ruth Hill, I am 33 years old and I live in the UK. I was sexually abused in my childhood by both my brother and father within the family home. i can exactly say what age I was when it started as I think i was preverbal but am not sure. I was also raped when I was 12 years old by my brothers friend. My abuse continued with another family member until I was 15 years old.
I am no longer ashamed of what happened to me, i am no longer ashamed of who I am, it happened to me when I was too small to fight, when I didn't have a voice, part of me remained frozen there for so many years, however I am now in my 8th year of therapy(on and off) and I am healing, I enbrace the child inside me who was so terribly let down and violated, I love and cherrish her, she is my saviour, the strength inside of me, the light that refused to go out.
I am now a psychotherapist, i believe you have to take good from any situation, so now I want to guide others through their healing I am passionate about freeing survivors from the torment and self destruction that was with me and for others for so long, now I am at the other end of the tunnel, not finished, but getting there, there is a light , there is hope and there is a child inside all of us, who we need to pay attention to and heal.
This is who I am
Lisa
A contest entry
- There IS Life After The Abuse {Contest} by Viyanna Rosemarie.
800 points, ended May 1, 2007, 20 entries
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