tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032288097291902285.post3583009942834173895..comments2024-03-19T02:43:07.969-04:00Comments on "Time's Up!": Adult Survivors of Childhood Trauma: What's Next?Time's Uphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908111385466002389noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032288097291902285.post-50825052804820529142010-03-12T20:26:05.989-05:002010-03-12T20:26:05.989-05:00I am a poet and a child abuse survivor who has liv...I am a poet and a child abuse survivor who has lived to tell the tell in a book length poem titled "My Life as Doll" published by Autumn House Press. Here is the opening sequence:<br /><br />Why do I love the winter garden so?<br />Is it because I love the dirge<br /><br />of dirt, elegy of vanquished blossoms?<br />Whatever emerges at season's end<br /><br />comes from a harrowing heaven: yesterday<br />I believed I was a wooden woman<br /><br />with a wooden heart the wolves<br />would tear apart. I jerked<br /><br />about like a marionette with<br />tangled strings--slash of claws, teeth<br /><br />sinking in to rip the flesh off<br />my wooden bones. When I was four<br /><br />years old, my mother pummeled<br />the back of my head with a baseball bat.<br /><br />I remember the pain. I remember<br />hitting the floor like a scarecrow<br /><br />that was a heap of broken straw.<br />This is why I love the winter garden so:<br /><br />energy of enigma. Icy blossoms.<br /><br />Elizabeth Kirschner<br />www.elizabethkirschner.comElizabeth Kirschnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08899790952166818635noreply@blogger.com