There’s something very diocese with the wrong They got it the wrong way round They let the abusers and wrongdoers off And drove a survivor into the ground There’s something wrong with the Diocese They didn’t hear my plea I asked to be left alone so they ordered the NSPCC There’s something wrong with Dakin…
Standing in Judgement: Do I think I am innocentno, my sin is anger rage against tormentorsreal or assumed Do I think I can do as I please?no, never, anger is a sudden storm anger strike suddenly, traumafeelings boil over, flashbacks I am injuredcan’t you see the anger as blood from a wound? I am not…
Tomorrow is the anniversary of the end of my life at the hands of Jane Fisher and the Diocese of Winchester.I guess I had better do what everyone hates and break into poetry:Freedom: Borrowed.Songs on the wind over Herm and Sarkfor all that a life could befor the faith and hope that were carried awayover…
This is from my poetry (haha) blog on one of my other blog boards: Waiting:the days are full of fearand the nights full of tensionawaiting news I don’t want to hearit feels like I can’t breathestuck in limbocan’t movenothing I can say or dowaiting for the final blowunheard and waiting
HG 