Dear Kathy,

Thank You for allowing me and others to feel that we are important. That our words and hearts are worth so much more than what our abusers wanted for us to think.

I was visiting the music room on your website and saw a question that said " What is the first step of your dream"?

I thought a minute and said writing the poem below was my first step. Admitting that I felt so sad that I wanted to die. I needed to know I could release the anger and that it was ok to write these words. Without fear! This was the first step of my dream.

Thank you and God Bless
Sandy

No More Tears

Dear Daddy
Now I lay me down to die.
No more tears for me to cry.
Please God tell me what I did wrong.
My days are too painful my nights are too long.
When I look back to when I was a child
I longed to be a baby deer playing in the wild.
In the magic forest there is no fear,
Only hugs and kisses for every baby deer.
Look there's the rainbow pink, yellow, blue and green.
Open your heart can you hear the birds sing?
This is is where I go when your fists make my skin sting.
Now I lay me down to die.
There are no more tears for me to cry.
Do you know my legacy? It's in the poems that I write.
I wasn't crazy even though that's what you said.
When you cried out you wished I was dead.
I died right then I want you to know,
You had just stolen what was left of my soul.
I moved on and I tried to be strong,
But my days are too painful and my nights too long.
Now I lay me down to die.
No more tears will you see me cry.

By ~Sandy~
January 1, 2003
Posted with permission