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October 2005

 

 

A WONDER HAPPEND

 

All alone in my room

I am too afraid to go to sleep

my fear is not ungrounded

I hear he's coming!

 

He opens the door and pulls me up

I do exactly what he wants

I don't think to hesitate

and do all that he wants

 

He puts me in his car

we are driving to the woods

there they are, I don't know how many

the feast has begun

 

They are singing, I am naked

They are black clothed

I know I have to go

I can't handle this

 

I am flying, not in my body

I am flying and she knows what they do to her

I want far away, not going back anymore

and fly away

 

I wake up, the stone is cold

I am here, not flying anymore

My hands and feet are tied

I am a sacrifice from now on

 

A wonder happens a wonder moved

They couldn't kill me, not any more

I have a Father, who cares for me

He wants to help me and set me free

 

MJ vd Steeg

 

 

 

Girl, I miss you

 

You were just a few years old

You knew what they did to you

So afraid, so alone

I wish I could have saved you!

 

I am so sorry, I did nothing

Now you are not here anymore

Sacrificed and been eaten

Oh it is horrible

 

I just thinking every day

If I had done something

Maybe they would take me and not you

Then you would be here!

 

MJ vd Steeg

 

 

 

 

 

 

They broke me

 

Broken by disaster, broken by tears

Broken by hands which had to care

Raped by power and control

Bitter by cold

 

Broken by strong hands

Broken when I was just a child

Be formed, but now for black clothed people

Be temped for ever

 

Lonely, all alone, here in a corner

Be taken by strong hands

Trown down on a cold rock

Painted with blood

 

With chains tight

With to many upon me

I couldn't win from them

A unfair battle

 

The battle I couldn't win

I have now with myself

Every day a step closer

To the real me, to get whole

 

Long roads, dark times

Is there a shining light?

This is too heavy, I can't take it

Than there is Grace with her Eagleschoir

 

You, you where not supposed to live

But now you are the happiest child

My little girl, up in heaven

You're singing every day for me

 

Little girl, you fought the battle

But you knew in heaven it's great

Better times were in front of you

Will you be there for me now?

 

 

MJ vd Steeg

 

 

 

APRIL, 2006

 

 

Let His love shine

 

Oh heart of mine

Dream of the birds and the sunshine

Tomorrow the day begins again for you

So let His love, shine on you

 

 

MJ van der Steeg                                                     

 

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