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I feel compelled to share a poem I wrote 9-11-2001, please pass it on, it ensures we never forget the angels created

Dedicated to the Angels of September 11, 2001
Copyright RJBurns 2001

Heaven must have needed Angels
For so many to have died
Too many went to Heaven
In the blinking of an eye

Flying through the sky that day
When the Heavens opened wide
Heaven must have needed Angels
To make this Nation Cry

What do we tell the children
It was not a bomb
That blew up the world Trade Center

And crashed into the Pentagon
We see it on the news
Cell phones ringing hopeful news
Will Daddy call us one more time

And ask how was your day
What do we tell the children
Daddy’s flight went oh so wrong
He called to say he loves us
Then in a moment he was gone
And along with the Nation
We watched the towers fall
Daddy called to say he loved us

That’s what matters after all
Was it a mistake
Did the pilot lose his way
We have to tell our children
They had hit where they had aimed
Men we do not know who hated US soil
Took people who meant more to us

Than the buildings that they blew
They destroyed a landmark
When they rocked our Nation’s core
But to take away our loved ones
Was to have taken so much more


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The following comment was left on 2010/09/02 at 2:42 pm against another post and I wanted to share it on its own:

I was in an abusive relationship for 3 years and he abused me in all aspects. I found the will the leave him when he attempted to hit me while I was 3 months pregnant with our son. At that moment, I couldn’t leave for myself, but I could leave for my baby and I was gone the next week. It’s been a difficult journey because I still see this man and speak to him because of the child we share. He has continued to be verbally, emotionally and once even physically abusive to me in front of our son. We go to court at the end of the month and I’m praying the court will see the kind of man he is and will help me in protecting myself and my son. I wrote the following poem depicting my journey and my realization. I could only be his victim as long as I allowed myself to be and I refuse to be his victim. I hope you all enjoy this poem:

-NO MORE- By Ashley P.
A life that has for so long been controlled by manipulation and fear, So many times left broken and in tears.
Broken bones and bruises followed by promises allowed to heal, Names and accusations, confusion at the appeal.
Was it really appeal, or just a distorted view?
A victim of the lies, a victim of “I don’t know what to do”.
Attempts to do what’s right, attempts to inspire change,
Feelings of defeat when things remained the same.
A will to be happy, a will to stand fear in the face,
Determination to finally escape this dreadful place.
Emergence out of darkness, finally able to see the light,
Finally the courage to stand up and fight the fight.
No more being afraid, no more running away,
No more looking back and living like yesterday.
No! no more being afraid, not one more excuse,
No longer a victim, but a survivor of abuse.

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Emotional Abuse and Your Faith: Poem for the Victims of Domestic Violence.

I came across this site today and like always wanted to share, poetry always digs deep.  I encourage you to check it out.

God chooses us.

Love & Peace,

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No More to Be Thankful for This Year – a reminder

Please click to view entire poem and leave comments in the one location.

Be Well, Be Safe Today and all throughout the years.
Love & Peace,

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This poem was emailed to me recently and I wanted to post it for Elena.
I have been in therapy for 3 and half years and have recently written some poetry, I don’t know if it good or will reach anybody but I would like to try.

Don’t Let It Happen
Oh God don’t let it happen again.
Let him be happy-
let him not be angry-
let him be distracted-
Oh, let him be tired.
Breathe slow, be alert, don’t move
My stomach’s upset, I’m anxious.
Don’t Sleep.
He Moved.
Don’t let it happen again.

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Thank you to NightRaven for allowing me to share this poem.

Isolated  and Controlled

Why do I always stand accused?
Why are you my judge, my jury, my gray skies
That once were blue?
You say you love me with all of your heart..
We took our vows, til death do us part..
Yet, your type of love hurts and tears me apart..
I always spent my days all alone..
No one to talk to, until you came home..
You never wanted me to make friends or go to the mall..
I had to stand by the phone and wait for your calls..
My children you wanted out of my life…
You managed to succeed, never caring about their pain 
And strife..
Your favorite term for me is “I’m lowdown”..
Your tore my world apart–crumbling it to the ground..
Now I’ve left and am trying to start anew..
But deep inside I still love you..
But my heart and my mind know we are through..
You threaten to take your life..
As you no longer have your wife..
Why did you not think about the things that brought
Me to where I am today?
Instead of the isolation and control, always doing as you Say..
I walked on eggshells and lived in fear..
Every day was filled with painful tears..
Now I choose to walk away and let “us” go..
As I can no longer live being isolated and controlled..
 Copyright@2007    NightRaven

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Thank you to NightRaven for allowing me to share this poem.


I’m scared, just like I thought I would be..
As I know not what the future holds for me..
I have no place to call my home..
I’m walking this earth all alone..
I put my trust, my life in your hands..
You used me and my love, you call yourself a man..
You tore my world completely apart..
You bruised, battered and broke my heart..
You don’t understand what you have done wrong..
You refuse to accept, I’m never coming home..
So many times I thought it would be easier to kill myself
And die..
Then I thought about the four parts of me, I would leave
They shouldn’t live a life of feeling guilt. For me taking my
I never want to cause them more pain and strife..
You told me I had to choose..
This time I choose my children and my life over you..
I know I may end up sleeping on the streets..
But, it is better than living a life of pain and deceit..
As walking on eggshells I can no longer take—it’s a
Sign of my weakness and defeat..
Now is the time that I finally live life for me.. 

Copyright@2007  NightRaven   

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