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Ann Free Spirit | Synopsis | Mother Francis of Rome | Rev. Fr. Thomas Doyle | We Stand By You Rev. Fr. Doyle | A Letter of Hope | A Little Help Fom a Friend | From a Friend | A Priest Doing God's Work | Innocents was Taken | Mr. Savano | Pope John Paul II | Pope John Paul II | Nun Suddened by the Truth | Shield accused nun | Abuse by nun's hands, not God's | Together we Stand | Priest Abusing Nuns | Next to Godliness.. | First Stirke Out | The New Cardinals | Catholic News Site | The Testament Site | Reaching: Out to Stuart & Paul | A Little Child Stands in Line | A Lonly Little Child | Nobody's Child | Rosary Beads in The Hall | I Give You My Hand In Friendship | When I Hear These Things | One More Nights Sleep | If Only | Humpty Dumpty | I Love You | Don't Let Go Until Tomorrow | My Dearest Lover | The Lonely Rose | How Did I Survive???? | Children Need Love | A Friend is What I Want to Find | I Give You My Hand In Friendship | When the Night Comes | Who Am I??? | There Are So Many Tears | Maria, What I see in You | Re-abuse | You Were Always Here With me | Fear Within 2003 | Elvis!!! | My Life Was Stolen From Me | God Is My Witness | I want My Freedom From My Torment & Pain | Give Me my Time to Heal. | Nuclear War | When the nuns had their fates | How do They Live With Themseleves? | Re-abuse 2002 | We Want Our Faith Back | Spiritual Abuse | My Faith was Strong | Trust was Broken | I Cry Each Day | Bless me Father | Hear our Cries | The nuns Picked on the same children | Apologize to us | Like Saints and Martyrs | Half Truths | Tell The World the Truth | No More Lies | Nun wrongly claimed dead | Hurt so Bad | Acknowledgment & Justice | Innocent Unwanted Children of Nazareth House | My Family | Our Wedding Day 1965 | My Son Robert 1 | My Son Robert II | My Daughter Joanne | My Daughter Rachel | My Daughter Bridget | My Four Grand Children | My Mother's Family | Mother I | Mother I

How Did I Survive????

I call out because of the pain I am in
it is too great for me to bear
You were so cruel to me
and I do not know
How I survived
the first 24 years of my life
 
You treated me like a criminal
which showed in the violents
towards me
as you the little girl did
was cry.
 
Please do not judge me with your words
to be still told now in my gently years
how I have sinnedf because of telling
of the abuse
which was done to me as a child
in the Roman Catholic orphanages
I am still in torment and pain
because I am torn apart
with your bad words.
 
They were more holy than righteousness
I don't want to bow my head to them any more
Especial to the Nazareth House nuns/priest
because I still have thid fear for them
I need some one to help me
to carry my cross
as it gets heavyer for me
from day to day.
 
I can not cope with my pain
as the thrashings of the nuns belts
came rushing through my head.
They would keep on gaining
more and more strenght
as they whipped me
never once did they stop for a breath
 
The pounding of their belts
across my back
Which bleed and left their marks
on my back
This did not seem to bother them at all
It was as though they ripped my life
and heart right out of me
as the abuse went on
most days and night.
 
I have feelings too
I hurt so much
I could hear your rosary beads
as you walked along the corridor
outside the classroom.
Your words
were a belt and cord of action
which caused me miesery
of extream pain
of my body, heart and mind.
 
You told me to hung my heard in shame
while you said those hurtful words to me
I was not allowed to look at you
Is this why you told me
to hung my head in shame?
So you could not see the fear
and the torment
i was in
which was written on my face
for all to see
as well as my pain.
 
You took my childhood away from me
you treated my worse
than you would an animal
You hurt my sop much
not only my body
but also my mind
as well as my soul
I had nothing but pain
and hute showm to me
I try to forget it all but it is there
with me
still to this day.
 
You did not know the fear
I had as the night time came
I would know that I would
be called up to line up again.
 
 
The cord and the buckled belt
that Sister Blandina used
would cut into my skin
and still she would not stop
 
The Nazareth House nuns and priest
mentally abused me
with their hands and their tongue
which was like fire.
Shuch crule harsh words would flow out
as though they would never stop.