Accessibility Information
Colour Schemes
Font Size
  1. Surviving This

    This poem by Pearl reflects on the pandemic. Thank you for sharing your words with us Pearl.

    Surviving This

    No use of armies, bombs or guns,

    Invisibly silent, with stealth

    It comes, to choke the life from in our lungs.

    No shield can stop its mad advance, its leading us a merry dance.

    Risk factors out the chance that we will catch this vile bug,

    Then pass it on to those we hug

    And hold so close within our hearts.

    ‘Scopic warriors, spiked and deadly

    Breeding in us

    Causing chaos,

    This is History in the making, if we survive this we are breaking

    Worldwide chains of spread,

    God knows we need this virus dead.

    All ages, stages, Life on pause,

    From young to old, direct or indirect, it changes paths of Life,

    Cutting through us with its knife.

    We must be fierce,

    Like those before in other Wars,

    Not let its march delete our species,

    Fight together,

    Stay apart,

    Wear masks to shield our weakest links,

    Wash its bodies down our sinks.

    Whatever’s done to us before,

    We need our strength now even more,

    We’re used to trauma, know the score,

    Know what triggers are our flaw,

    We have more than fear to mask

    Surviving this now is our task.

    We matter here, deserve to live,

    We ALL have so much more to give.

    Right now is History we can make, 

    How many of us it will take

    I do not know,

    But Inner Strength to follow rules

    Will be our armour from this foe,

    We must deplete it 

    Now, or go.

    Posted 27 November 2020
  2. We’re In This Together

    Thank you to Mollie (not her real name) for sharing this amazing poem; her words emphasize the importance of compassion, connection and coming together during these difficult times.

    We’re in this together

    Let’s hope for joy

    Oh boy oh boy we all need some joy

    Let’s show the world we can smile

    Even if it is for a while

    Let’s look after one another

    So we can beat this together

    As we fight the fight

    I am sure we will be alright

    Let’s pull together

    Now more than ever

    Stay safe please, Mollie

    Posted 29 May 2020
  3. Only A Trigger

    Pearl has written this amazing poem while in lockdown, reflecting on how the current situation has triggered a lot of memories and emotions.



             I’m as small as I was-

             No escape- because

             I have to obey,

             Nothing’s my way,

             I’m out of control,

             I’ve lost my role,

             I’m spiralling down

             Into the pit

             Where the Demons sit

             And laugh, so smug

             at my innocent cries,

             My infant ides

             In shrouds of dust,

             I know I must

             Obey this ‘man’,

             This Power, this sham.

             I have no say,

             No voice to speak,

             No sound, too weak.

             I must just breathe,

             That’s all I can do,

             I know if I breathe

             It will carry me through

             and back into sunlight, where I can be FREE,

             Back to my adult self.

             Back to be me.

             I know I can beat this,

             Can rise up and sing, 

             Its only a trigger

             This ‘Lockdown’ thing.

             BUT, I’m silent with fear, like a mouse scared to tread,

             Frightened of surfaces, scared to be dead.

             I feel unclean, unseen…..

             Only on screen,

             Storing up eye-strain,

             Developing Blue brain,

             Tapping my life out,

             Snipping my hair-

             That’s hard- to be fair.

             Thank God for Wotsap,

             Thank God I’m still 

              here to clap,

              Every Thursday.

             It’s silly I know,

             The big fear is outside,

             I’m safe in my house,

             Being Virtual mouse,

             But the Big Fear is in me,

             inside my head,

             It’s haunting and calling     

             Me down to be dead.

             I have to not listen,

             Not fall for their lies,

             I have to keep going,

             My Phoenix must rise.

             P’raps I should learn this,

             NOW may be the time,

             My jailers are long dead,

             The Demons are mine.

    Posted 13 May 2020
  4. More Snow

    Thank you to Ann for sending through her second poem about snow. It’s really powerful.

    I used to like it lay its cloak,

    Felt safe around me,

    Nothing broke,

    Nothing shattered,

    Nothing lost

    No nightmares where my brain 

    was tossed.

    Serene and silent,

    Quiet and quaint

    People sparkling,

    Glittered paint.

    On every treetop,shrub and rock,

    It spread itself

    With sugared swirl,

    THEN,I was

    Always “Daddy’s girl”.

    BUT NOW,

    NOW, Darth Vader

    Comes in white

    He cracks and snaps

    Throughout the night,

    Then LIES


    and vacuum-still,

    His brightness stuns the room until

    He grips with claws

    My frozen jaws,

    Shakes my bones

    and shreds my skin.

    how could I let this

    Bastard in?

    Posted 23 December 2019
  5. Snow

    Thank you Ann for sending in this poem.

    It bites,

    Its raw,

    It moves my floor,

    It steals my feet

    My life and more.

    It makes me score

    What hurt? What dirt?

    How much? how deep?

    Never,ever sleep

    The same again.

    Over all my world

    It Dominates.

    When whiteness lies

    I’m cut to size

    I’m curled in fear-

    arm over ear,

    Terrified by the Power,


    Every hour

    but most in darkness.

    Rocking now,

    Holding brow,

    When its over me

    I’m small and tiny,


    Can’t stop 

    The drop 

    to Hell.

    Falling ,falling, 

    Not like rain

    On my face-

    splattered pane.


    Void, but 

    Nothing’s free,

    There’s always price 

    to pay

    for Whiteness-

    Freedom’s gone


    Posted 23 December 2019
  6. Galleons

    Thank you to Ann for submitting this poem.

    From the mist

    Sails a Pirate ship.

    To Blast you from the water,

    Ruin life with your daughter,

    Your son, your wife …. Your


    Turn you outside in,

    Don’t ever think you’ll win,

    It won’t ever go away,

    You know, that

    Living death,

    Black spot,

    Rifled, shot,

    Feel insane?

    It’s in your brain

    Tricking you

    That ‘then’ is ‘now’,

    “Poor cow”,

    locked in at night,

    sealed by fright,

    Your bones will turn to dust.

    Because you cannot trust

    even You.


    Grab that boat

    And crash it down.

    Slash its sails and

    Watch it drown.

    Unfurl your sails

    And sally forth,

    You own the sea,

    The sky, the Earth,

    You’ve owned it

    Since you had your birth.

    They stole life from you.

    Your right to be

    A happy galleon

    Sailing free.

    In your shoes,

    They’d have sunken

    Long before

    You made the journey

    Back to shore.

    Command the Ocean,

    Dare them drown,

    Own your peace

    Erase your frown.

    Be proud of you,

    Be proud of me,


    We make RSVP.

    Posted 23 December 2019
  7. Triggers

    Thank you to Ann for sending us this poem about triggers. Anything can be a trigger, and it can be hard to navigate the world knowing you might be painfully triggered.

    You can be “alright”,

    Actually “fine”,

    I mean

    Actually present,

    Actually there,

    Do I dare

    to say


    It hits,

    You’re gun shot

    that quick!

    The needles stick,

    The walls hit

    That slick!

    The fog descends,

    Under the blanket

    You wrestle to regain

    Pain –


    From bleeding out

    Your heart.

    It’s futile,

    You’re immobile

    You choke and splutter

    Stutter, mutter, it

    Traps you,

    Flaps you.

    Try in vain

    To regain


    Without this pain.

    Then, after time,

    Shaft of light,

    A branch,

    A twig,

    A stepping stone

    To somewhere bright.

    A foothold

    Up towards the light.

    A hand to grab

    A tool to stab

    The bastard trigger


    Then, breathless,

    Plaster on,

    Carry on,

    You struggle back

    to being “You”             ,

    but know the score,

    the gunshot bore,

    the gaping hole,

    Scarred but

    Double hard,

    You’ll know it next time,

    More control,

    Smaller hole

    In your head.

    In your heart

    You start


    To fit the mould.

    Halt the cold,

    The ice –



    Steely hard


    That stabs

    Your life.

    You have to beat it,

    Melt it out,

    Burn the sucker

    Have no doubt.

    Regain control,

    Ignore the blip

    You mustn’t

    ever let

    “You” slip.

    Posted 23 December 2019
  8. Looking Back, Looking Forward

    Lisa has written the following piece after a therapy session, it is something that she’s been thinking about a lot. She reflects on how therapy is proving to be very helpful and that despite still having bad days she feels she is getting stronger every day. Thank you Lisa for your powerful words, we are certain that they will speak to many survivors.


    For most of my life I’ve largely blocked out my past, been too anxious to enjoy the present and feared the future. But over the past 4 years whilst undergoing counselling, going through the experience of reporting the abuse, attending court and giving my evidence and receiving psychotherapy for post trauma stress, I’ve had to face my past, present and future. It’s been terrifying, heartbreaking, hard, empowering, liberating and surreal in equal measure.

    The reality I’ve learnt is that I have to look back to have any chance of enjoying the present and having the future I hope for.

    Through my therapy I now know that my past has controlled me for as long as I can remember. Every decision and every step has origins in the abuse I suffered as a child. My no self worth led me to accept things I should have known were not good enough, my fear and anxiety stopped me from being spontaneous and taking any risks, the emotional and physical scars caused me a lifetime of pain and disability.

    Blocking out the abuse meant I accepted years of loneliness, disappointments and sadness because I believed that’s all I deserved. Each day my expectations were low – I kept them low because I was used to life that way and I learnt that if I expected the least then if anything happened that was good, that would be a bonus.

    I see now I thought controlling everything meant nothing bad would ever happen to me again. The truth is I suspended my life…not in time but definitely in living. I was scared to live because I had seen the worse side of it.

    It was so hard to take that step forward to have counselling, to finally acknowledge to myself just how sad and lost I was. It was incredibly hard to make the decision to report the abuse, to have to open up and expose my vulnerability and fear. And it was scary to walk into psychotherapy knowing for me that this was my best chance to finally be able to cherish the here and now, and find my peaceful future.

    Taking the path I chose is not the right one for everyone but for me it has been. I’m still on that path but I’m much further along it than I ever dreamed when I stepped on it 4 years ago. The nightmares of my past are becoming fainter and I’m increasingly able to handle them when they feel near, my belief in myself and self worth grows daily. I’m beginning to enjoy the here and now, cherishing being alive rather than feeling it is a chore, and my hope for my future as a more peaceful and hopeful one, grows daily.

    To all survivors out there I hope you find your own path. Remember that we are so very much stronger, braver, courageous and determined than we know. Don’t be scared to look back because in doing so you can look forward to the life you deserve.

    Posted 18 December 2019
  9. RSVP

    This poem about RSVP was written by Ann. Thank you Ann for your warm words. And sorry about the clumsy lifts! 🙂

    Don’t take this from me,
    This calm of places,
    The arms that hug me,
    The smiling faces.
    I need to come here,
    I need to fit,
    I just need to be
    Allowed to sit.

    It’s precious now,
    To those who come,
    It’s strength in numbers,
    It allows us fun.
    It smells of safety,
    It smells of nice.
    I feel warm here,
    There’s no ice.

    The buzzer on the wall,
    The clumsy lifts,
    The mouse-size toilets,
    No-one fits.
    The chairs,
    The cushions,
    The bing-bong bell,
    Safe oasis
    From our hell.

    Don’t take this from me,
    I need it here.
    I need to know
    That others fear,
    Reach and huddle,
    Meet and cuddle,
    Know I’m breathing,
    Know I’m here,
    Know that
    These are people
    I don’t have to fear.

    Posted 31 July 2019
  10. Remember

    Thanks to the anonymous survivor who shared this powerful poem.

    ** Trigger warning. This poem could cause distress and bring back painful memories if you have also been subjected to rape, sexual violence and abuse. **

    Remember, remember 

    They said

    Remember what happened 

    Remember the surroundings

    Was the light on or off?


    How he placed his hand on my thigh

    Gripping it tightly 

    The pain from his thumb

    Piercing my leg

    Remember what he did

    His hand on my mouth

    Stop messing

    You want this

    I never wanted this.

    Posted 13 July 2019

Mailing List

RSVP will use the information you provide on this form to be in touch with you and to provide updates and marketing via our newsletter. Please let us know all the ways you would like to hear from us:

You can change your mind at any time by clicking the unsubscribe link in the footer of any email you receive from us, or by contacting us at We will treat your information with respect. By clicking below, you agree that we may process your information in accordance with these terms.

We use Mailchimp as our marketing platform. By clicking below to subscribe, you acknowledge that your information will be transferred to Mailchimp for processing. Learn more about Mailchimp's privacy practices here.