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Poems by Debbee

Snakes

I see the snake upon my belly,
a monster brought it there.
He means to put it inside me,
to partner with me forever,
watching every move
reading every thought!
No he can not do that
freedom will be lost!
a scream of pain!
too much for an eight year old belly!
no get it out!
Pain!
"Never say NO!"
"You will now die!"
"You belong to satan"
"Now you are dead!"
"do not forget!"
See the snake everywhere?
wrist, hands and neck?
There is no escape!


The girl without a name

    she had red hair and freckles
    she was only about 5
    She lay there helpless
    She must have wanted to cry!

    who was she, I'll never know
    for she's gone to satan with a blow!
    Her hands and feet were removed
    never to run and play again

    Her eyes stared straight up at the sky
    pleading for a place to hide.

    I did not mean to
    I did no know
    I had killed her so I was told

    I never touched her that I know
    Or did my evilness reach out from within
    bringing her to an end?

    I had to consume her
    they made me do it
    little did they know I'd get through it!

    I created her inside and replaced her life
    I gave her rest and means of flight
    She had her feet and arms alike

    After many years God visited her
    He told her He loved her
    She saw Him hold and love others
    Wishing she join comforters

    He took her into his arms
    loved her forever!

    She is free now
    But what about me?
    Will I ever be free?

Being ok?

    Tattered and torn,
    Full of disgrace,
    How will I ever be just Ok?

    Monsterous deeds,
    Unthinkable acts,
    How will I ever be just Ok?

    Soul ripped out,
    Heart destroyed,
    How will I ever be just Ok?

    Corrupted by demons,
    Mauled by many hands,
    How will I ever be just Ok?

    Invaded by lies,
    penetrated by pain,
    How will I ever be just Ok?

    Bound by fear,
    Lost by mistrust,
    How will I ever be just Ok?

    God is the judge,
    What will He say?
    Will I be Ok?

Longing

    My heart longs for
    A breath of fresh air,
    The beautiful creations of nature,
    The tender touch of a man in love,
    God's strong arms big enough to surround.
    My heart longs to,
    Dance to nature's music,
    Sing beautiful songs,
    To be the "me" God created
    Oh how my heart longs!

 

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