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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

HEAVEN MUST HAVE NEEDED ANGELS
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,
Rebecca

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https://thelaststraw.wordpress.com/2006/07/12/i-have-no-more-to-be-thankful-for-this-year-surviving-domestic-violence/

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,
Rebecca

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This poem was emailed to me recently and I wanted to post it for Elena.
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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.
Oh God PLEASE -
Don’t let it happen again.

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