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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
7/29/2009 |
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An absolute gem, Sheila! I loved it!
Anna |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace |
7/26/2009 |
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| Beautiful writing sweet lady as always sure have missed you and your lovely writing ...take care OK ..Hugss |
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| Reviewed by Lois Christensen |
7/25/2009 |
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Good grief, to be able to express your fears in this way is excellent. Words need to be said and not kept in. you did wonders to show there is abuse of people especially children in this world.
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
7/23/2009 |
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WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WRITE SHEILA
MOST ENJOYABLE READING A TRUE JEWEL
IN THIS DEN
Love & peace be with you
William |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
7/9/2009 |
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| I love the way you bring the twinned stories together, Sheila, by giving us such a visual of the empathy between these two shy, beautiful, vulnerable creatures - ready to be startled; ready to escape. Your "survival" technique will be known to many of us who have likewise suffered degrees of childhood trauma: our vivid imagination has the ability to protect us and lift us out of darkness, yet we also love the darkness because that is when our precious imaginations function best. It's a dichotomy for certain sure. Bless your survivor's heart and your gift of sharing. Thank you that, through your gift of articulation, others may not feel so afraid or alone. You build strong bridges with this excellent write. xx |
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| Reviewed by Dale Clark |
7/5/2009 |
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A powerful poem with a message of hope to overcome fear.
It does touch one and all. |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
7/5/2009 |
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| an emotionally deep poem, from personal experience, with a universal message ,,, |
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| Reviewed by * Starman * * |
7/3/2009 |
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| The heaviness expressed here of the repressed and oppressed soul that longs to live and be free is a welcome breath of fresh air. Normally one would read of a person overcoming the evil and tyrannical suicide pacts among those we call parents. Who kill their children and then themselves too. You are an amazing wordsmith and your imagery here reflects that very well. |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bell |
7/2/2009 |
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| HOW CALMLY YOU WRITE OF THE DARKNESS...YOUR STRENGTH IS AMAZING...LIKE THE ONE WHO GIVES YOU IT DAILY. MAY GOD CONTINUE TO BLESS AND KEEP YOU AND THANKS FOR SHARING THIS WELL WRITTEN WORK. JOYCE |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
7/1/2009 |
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Sheila, deeply felt poem,stirs the heart and soul. So sorry you learned of abuse first-hand. I can't imagine it, yet I know many who it has happened to. I pray you,and they can find peace through forgiveness,though you will never forget. Blessings...
Love,
Eileen |
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| Reviewed by Axilea Uzumcuoglu |
7/1/2009 |
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This is like a short fiction, a look into the child's world.
In the end, it is all about fear... Well done.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Sharon Whitworth Daring Sunshine |
7/1/2009 |
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powerful-gripping-tears;emotion released-grace surrounds the pain with a new beginning each day. Psalms 118:24.
Peace&Grace,
Sharon |
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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
7/1/2009 |
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| imagination is the great escape from the cruelest moments of life --your gripping story so magnificently brings that to life in the emotion and fantasy you employ -- great poem -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
7/1/2009 |
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....gripping story,,,tears my heart out..you brought me right into this childs dream...looking through their eyes..escaping reality.
May we all do our part to stop abuse! |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo |
7/1/2009 |
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| This is a subject that just rips away at my heart and you've touched on a 'mild case' (if there is such a thing) of abuse in a very gentle but effective manner. Stories of abuse turn my stomach and anger me to no end, particularly when they involve children. Fear and pain exist for everyone, but abuse is a vicious animal that tears its victims to shreds. Important piece, Sheila! I am sorry for your pain and what you had to endure. Many hugs, Elizabeth |
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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
7/1/2009 |
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| Very revealing personal story with a sad truth that rings to all. Thanks for sharing. Patrick |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
7/1/2009 |
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| Well done, Shelia. You've found an outlet for your fear and are facing it head on. Too often folks try to stuff the fear back into the closet of their mind and try to keep the door closed against remembering. Blessings... |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
7/1/2009 |
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A profoundly poignant sharing via your verses, Sheila. You found a way to survive by going to your "special" place of stillness. The hurt never goes completely away though. Thank you for sharing this most meaningful poem. Love, hugs, and best wishes to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green |
7/1/2009 |
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E x c e l l e n t !! {Growing up, it was most often rain or talking to the moon late at night that helped me hide, but
Mother Nature is generous where it comes to providing oases where we can rest and recuperate, isn't she? Why we need to take care of her!} T h a n k . y o u. for sharing
this jewel. <3 'Pea' <3 |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
7/1/2009 |
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| Hope this helps those who can't get these thought's out of heir heads that one can rise above the worst in life if one can believe in themselves and not put the blame back on themselves. These criminals if only more were turned in to the police it would be a happier world for our young abused children, by fathers in name only. |
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
7/1/2009 |
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Thank God for the gift of a vivid and fecund imagination. It can take anyone, at times, through the most frightening and emotionally draining of circumstances. You've pulled up some memories now friend.
My parents mostly had a loveless relationship. In my early life, my father used to beat me with a belt, (in California) or a willow switch, (in Illinois) regularly, ohhhhh, because I forgot to wash my hands at dinner, or because I forgot to pick up my room, or because he had a bad day at work, or because I got in a fight at school, or just because he felt like it, etc. etc. etc. The only reason he stopped was because, I lifted weights and was very strong, and I eventually lost my fear of him and punched him in the face.
Always, after having my bare ass beat bloody, I used to run away to a place that only I knew about. In that place there were mountains and promontories, and tall trees, and flowers, and crashing waves, and big busted girls with deep lucid eyes, and respect, and love, and music, and a funny wind that used to whisper to me and share the most amazing things ... there was much there that helped form me into who I am now.
The interesting thing was, it was in that place, of isolation and hurt, that I learned how to pray and listen for the voice of God. During those years I received the wisdom that I would never raise or treat my children the way that I had been, (and I didn't), and that the anger and jealousy and occasional lunacy that was being directed at me would, over time, change face and form, but it would never really entirely go away.
I have to confess that although I hated and feared and didn't understand the physical abuse and emotional lunacy that was directed at me when I was young, (remembering it makes me cringe) the wounds and the scars and the intensity of what happened became fuel that to this day helps keep my creative fires lit.
blessings ... |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
7/1/2009 |
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As a parent and grandparent my heart aches and I fill with a anger whenever I hear cases of child abuse whether it was verbal or physical minor or major
Great insight into the mind of a child who resides in the shadows.
hugs
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle |
7/1/2009 |
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A powerful poem that was well written,take care
EDWIN |
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| Reviewed by Romantic Poetess Victoria L. McColley |
7/1/2009 |
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my heart opens the vault of grief...fear is a monster invading the lives of many...mine came in the form of a men, one in particular my fathers brother naked in the night pretending he was a good man to his family & community, but I knew his secret....and so did others when I realized secrets empower them....but fear imbeds itself like permanence always watching....
My Love & Inspirations to YOU!
Vickie |
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