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Inspirational Writings

We encourage you to share writings, poetry, short stories and true life experiences that you find inspirational. Submissions will be accepted in plain text form by e-mail, letter or drop-off to our office/crisis center. Please contact us for further information.

Women’s Coalition of St. Croix reserves the right to make final determination as to appropriateness of submissions.

Silent Pain by Cosmo Williams. ©1999 (written as a tribute to the Women’s Coalition for their work with victims of domestic violence. Read at the Awards Banquet of the Annual Golf Tournament on July 18, 1999)

On a dark and dreary night
A women cries out in pain
No one hears but her children
But they cannot help
Fear paralyzes them
For the inflictor of the pain
Is their Daddy.

Their wonderful Daddy
Their paragon of virtue, of goodness, of love
Is an abuser, wife beater
They don’t know what to do
Torn between love and loyalty
They engulf themselves in silence.

This phase will pass
As soon as he stops drinking
He never drank before
Why all of a sudden…
And the beatings continue
And a Mother’s shame
Deters her from seeking help.

So she covers her bruises with makeup
And hides her puffy eyes
Behind dark shades
And Tries to believe
Only the family knows.

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A Full Box of Kisses

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.”

He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He yelled at her, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present, there’s supposed to be something inside it?”

The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, “Oh, Daddy, it is not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy.” The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family or God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

In the Difficult Times keep Believing in Yourself

There are times in life when things are not perfect, when problems seem to surround you. As you look for a way through them, it’s important to keep a positive attitude about your life and where you are going.

When you are going through a difficult time, you may wonder if you’re making the right choices. You may wonder about how things will turn out if you take a different road. But you know yourself, and you know who you really are. You are a strong and motivated woman who will rise to meet the challenges that face you, because you are a loving and warm person who loves life.

We know you will get through this difficult time, and we hope you know someone will be there for you.

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Guardian Angel by Flavia E. Logie, Esq. ©1999 (written especially for the Women’s Coalition Advocate Graduates – May 21, 1999)

I want to be your guardian angel
I pledge my time
my compassion
my self
to you Miss/Mrs. Victim

I’ll hold your hand
I’ll touch your face
I’ll smile to you
I’ll whisper words of comfort
or say nothing at all
if that will make you feel better
because
I am your guardian angel

I pledge to be there for you
no matter the time
in the light of day
in the light of night
no matter the time
I’ll be there for you.

I pledge to exercise patience
and compassion
while I keep you company
to understand your plight
and to always remember
that I, too, am human
and although I am not a victim
I am not exempt.

So for today
and for as long as I can
I’ll be your guardian angel.

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I Got Flowers Today by Paulette Kelly ©1992

I got flowers today!
It wasn’t my birthday or any other special day;
We had our first argument last night;
And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt;
I know he is sorry and didn’t mean the things he said;
Because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today!
It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day;
Last night, he threw me into a wall and started choking me;
It seemed unreal, a nightmare, but you wake up from nightmares;
And I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over — I know he must be sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today!
And it wasn’t Valentines Day or any other special day;
Last night he beat me and threatened to kill me;
Make-up and long sleeves didn’t hide the cuts and bruises this time;
I couldn’t go to work today because I didn’t want anyone to know — but I know he’s sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today!
And it wasn’t Mother’s Day or any other special day;
Last night, he beat me up again, and it was much worse than all the other times;
If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of my kids? What about money?
I’m afraid of him, but I’m too scared and dependent to leave him! But he must be sorry;.
Because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today…
Today was a very special day.– It was the day of my funeral.
Last night, he finally killed me;
If only I would have gathered the courage and strength to leave him;
I could have received help from the Women’s Shelter, but I didn’t ask for their help;
So I got flowers today–for the last time.

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Letter to Daddy

April 13, 2000

Dear Daddy,

This might be the first of a series of letters that I will be writing to you as well as it might be the only one. What’s written expresses feelings that have been bottled up inside me for many, many years and I must say it is a milestone for me to finally be able to mail one of the so many letters that I have written to you. You may or may not respond to my letter(s). It is your choice! Nevertheless, I would like you to take some time and read it (them) carefully because what’s written is very important. It is very important because the outcome will determine what type of relationship we will have in the future. This includes your future relationship with your grandchildren because this is my duty to protect them from anyone I feel might harm them. Unfortunately, this includes you. When they are old enough, they can make their own decision.

After I left home on February 03, 1983, we had not spoken for many years except on two occasions during family crises. Our last family crisis has forced us to communicate in a way that we were unable to before. Although our conversations are pleasant, I will not pretend that all is well with us, and I feel like a hypocrite for pretending it is. This is not so!

It was a long time ago, but the memory is still very clear. You might have forgotten or think that I forgot what you did to me, but every episode is still very fresh on my mind. And in order for us remain having pleasant exchanges, I must confront you with this issue which caused me great discomfort. I would like to eventually speak to you in person about this mater; however, it is better that I write for now. I will let you know when that time comes!

Several years ago, when I was a very young girl, you approached me in a manner that was unbecoming of a father, and I did not know what to do: I expected you to comfort me when I needed it, but you took advantage of my innocence. You molested me!!!!! I was too young to understand what was happening to defend myself, so I remained silent for awhile because you were my father and I trusted you in spite of how uncomfortable I felt with what you were doing to me. I felt guilty and shame believing I had done something to make it happened. This has controlled my life ever since. More so, I was controlled by shame. Ashamed of myself for not being brave enough to stand up to you until I was 12 yrs old! This just made matters worse for me. Everyone saw me as being rebellious. Little did they know what was happening because I was too ashamed to tell. Frankly, I didn’t think anyone would’ve believed me! Whom I did find the courage to tell, didn’t believe me anyway.

You stepped over your authority and robbed me of the innocence, trust and security I had. Children are suppose to feel secure not insecure with their parents. I did not feel secure when you came into my room repeatedly looking for me to give you pleasure that you felt to you had the right to have. IT WAS NOT MY JOB TO SATISFY YOUR SEXUAL DESIRES!!!. You had no right to take abuse your authority over me as my father.

An old proverb states: A man’s home is his castle. Our home was my castle too, yet I was not safe there. Yes, you gave me security. The security of having food, clothes, a comfortable home, and instilling the importance of a good education. Most importantly, you thought me to fear and love God. I MUST SAY THANK YOU FOR THAT. But that was not enough! I needed to feel safe. Safe to be able to enjoy my youthfulness by learning who I was and what I wanted to be. This is what I was deprived of. Instead I was exploited (sexually abused) by you.

This ordeal made me a very vulnerable person. I endured situations i my teenage and young adult years that were very unpleasant; I suffered patiently accepting that anything was better than what I went through at home because I lacked the confidence that there was something better for me and I could actually try to have it.

I did some investigating into our family history and I’ve learned a lot of things about my paternal family (your family). I am convinced if I had not stood up to you at age 12 your plan was to take this molestation further to actually have sex with me your own daughter. However, in spite of what I learned, I am not going to make any excuses for what you did. This is not wise for me to do. I’m giving you the opportunity to explain this to me, if you would. Would like to know why this happened? Why did you violated me, your own daughter? Someone you claimed to love so much?

I can go on; however, I’ve said enough for now. I’ve prayed and asked God to grant me the serenity to accept something I cannot change, to change the things I can and wisdom to know the difference. I can change from being ashamed of this ghost that has been hovering over me for so many years and set myself free! It has not been easy, but I’ve made such strides. This is my goal.

Sincerely,

Sharon

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