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A 21 year collection of poetry that is written from the prospective of an abuse survivor, during each stage of abuse. From when the abuse began, to the flashbacks that still haunt her, Mrs. Martin's writings bring one to feel the same anger and emotions that she felt. You feel as if you are her at age 8, being abused, or the one who is now angered by each story you hear on the news about the next abused child that was ignored. Read along and be moved into action in "Petals of Life: A Survior's Writings".
P>STRONG>EM>FONT face="Lucida Handwriting">FONT size=2>FONT color=#660033>U>Walking With Angels/U> BR>BR>/FONT>/FONT>/FONT>/EM>/STRONG>FONT face="Lucida Handwriting" color=#660033 size=2>STRONG>EM>In Loving Memory of Walter Mildfelt May 26, 2000 BR>BR>Sleep little angel- BR>Precious child of mine. BR>Dream little angel- BR>All will be fine. BR>Thank little angel- BR>Thy Lord each day. BR>Pray little angel- BR>He'll show the way. BR>Bless little angel- BR>All who you meet. BR>Love little angel- BR>Until you sit at the Master's feet. BR>BR>©2004 Candice Martin B | |  | | Reflections In My Tears
Reflections in My Tears is an emotional collection of poetry and prose by Candice M. Martin, author of Petals of Life: A Survivor’s Writings. Mrs. Martin, a survivor of childhood abuse, rape and domestic violence, writes with such heart and soul that many say that she writes for them. In Reflections in My Tears, Candice M. Martin continues healing through words and becoming stronger each day. In her battle with PTSD, depression and epilepsy, she has found that writing has given her not only inner healing, but the voice she had long ago silenced.
P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in -66.25pt 0pt 0in; tab-stops: 369.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none">FONT size=3>SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold'">SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold'">STRONG>FONT face="Poor Richard" size=3>The Rider’s PrayerBR>Written: February 26, 2006 BR>BR>He laces his boots and pulls them tight-BR>Praying that God will protect him tonight.BR>“Lord, I’m getting on the devil again-BR>And there is the chance that he might win.”BR>”But win or loose, my life rests in Your hands-BR>“8 | |  | | The Box
One mans journey to uncover the truth behind the memories of a violent abusive childhood at the hands of his Mother, who took far more from him than he ever new.
Tucked quietly away in a wooden box,br />
of the buried family secret, no one talks.
May 9, 1978br />
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Anger seethed from every inch of her body. I knew better to get in her way, yet I wanted to protect Sissy, for I knew that she would be the target of Mother’s rage. It was always directed at one of us, but usually Sissy. My dad was no longer around to protect us, so it was me who had to step in, even though it was I who usually ended up getting the worst end of Mother’s wrath. And I could just tell that today was going to be one of those days. I just didn&rsq |
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