an escape to vent my thoughts in the hope it can lead to change, break the silence, please be kind enough to leave a comment its lonely here, truly touched
My Child Speaks
and the dark angel gave the white angel a feather from his wing, the only thing to destroy him, could she use it............
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
I Am Mother
I am mother, to my children's abuser FEAR ME, I am filled with unimaginable HATE, uncontrolable ANGER, I am mother. To my children, the sight of you takes my FEAR away, a simple touch fills me with LOVE, to feel you happy is when I'm CALM. I am mother.