tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70536632408276049742024-02-18T22:49:20.505-05:00In My Words...The following pieces contain language that may be offensive. Some of the pieces deal with sensitive matters, surviving 7 years of child sexual abuse and 16 years of mental and physical child abuse. I used to think being a survivor of childhood abuse gave me a purpose - but now that I have a daughter who was born with a life threatening CHD called Truncus Arteriosus, my purpose has become greater than me - my work has shifted slightly to include her. Enjoy!Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-25388332531739174342018-09-21T14:10:00.001-04:002018-12-12T09:21:12.073-05:00Rearview Mirror - a short story
The
song plays on the radio station. The one that makes you sing out loud and want
to roll down the windows and feel the wind in your hair. She smiles as the
chorus approaches. She loves emphasizing the word “STOP” in the latest Cardi B
song. She briefly looks in the rearview mirror, and she sees the empty car
seat. Her thoughts fade to her kids. It was 7:42 a.m. and they are likely
walking Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-37655122415329446462017-10-03T11:38:00.003-04:002017-10-03T11:46:48.827-04:00United we stand, divided we fall.
We live in such a backwards world. People interpreting and
applying the Bill of Rights every day to their advantage. The protesting that
is going on, people are upset and stating people don’t have the right, when in
fact it is the first amendment – perhaps the platform for which some of these
messages are being produced is causing much anguish and people clearly don’t agree.
Next the mass Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-28299034799789639172017-02-23T08:58:00.002-05:002017-02-23T08:58:30.110-05:00The Mirror
02-23-17
The reflection that stares back is not one I recognize. The
lines of time, the roadmap of a life shaken and agitated, devoured by traumatic
occurrences of survival. Every path navigated with varying degrees of defeat
and subsistence. How did this become a
life so unfamiliar at times and at other times too familiar, almost comforting?
Leaving a strike of pain the rises from Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-37300467122768249372014-09-20T14:33:00.002-04:002014-09-22T08:50:10.079-04:00The Passing
By
Lee Ann Walker
9/20/14
Death
affects us all very differently, but none immune to the thoughts that occur right before the moment of passing.
The moment of time that you become starkly conscious that there is no point of
return, no turning back. The moment when you speak the words that flood the brain
into the ear before the final breathe, you try to hold the moment before the
Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-32571257807254620582014-04-30T08:45:00.001-04:002014-04-30T08:45:38.543-04:00In My Words...: Mind InfiltrationIn My Words...: Mind Infiltration: No words of ease to comfort the heart of the broken, so many shattered pieces. Diligent denial rests easy in the mind, maddening solitude r...Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-23878027200989910172014-04-30T08:44:00.001-04:002014-04-30T18:23:51.400-04:00Mind Infiltration
No words of ease to
comfort the heart of the broken, so many shattered pieces. Diligent denial rests
easy in the mind, maddening solitude resides in my bones. Forsaking all good
and casting away all evil, yet the residual is a permanent black scar that
lifts its weary head for no one.
Panic of the unknown,
fear of the known, living, breathing darkness consumes my being. The light. The
light,Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-23097351587555295882013-12-22T13:51:00.000-05:002013-12-22T13:51:20.977-05:00Dads of the Dying
A heart mom I adore and
love had recently made a dedication to her husband for being the support she
needed during and after the loss of their baby due to complications surrounding
their son’s heart defect. I must say I was touched to see this recognition, for
I too have often felt, and feel, as if I do not provide enough credit to my
husband for his unyielding love and support. While our Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-3309439419735748642013-12-04T09:28:00.003-05:002013-12-04T09:28:31.212-05:00Here Today
Desperation is all too
familiar of a feeling, my heart latches on to every free emotion trying to keep
from slipping in the quicksand of despair. She is hurting, he is fighting, and
they are dying. Life is fragile yet there are some who fear living and there
are some who fear nothing and throw caution to the wind. Find balance, find equilibrium,
find peace. No one asked me if I wanted to be a Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-57004120845500880542013-08-25T20:01:00.002-04:002013-08-25T20:01:57.595-04:00Wrecked
By Lee Ann Walker
08/25/13
Wrecked by the words, devastated by the blow of the moment,
seated, shaken. Life around us swirls so quickly - faces and movements can no
longer be made to form, words erupt, unrecognizable, yet distinct, reminiscent.
Simple is no longer the way of life, for all has changed in a single element of
time – capturing the past, present, and future. Hostage is the sanity Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-43329422682732463652013-03-06T13:08:00.004-05:002013-03-06T13:08:37.907-05:00A Dad, A Best Friend
A Dad, A Best Friend
By Lee Ann Walker
03/06/2013
Haunted by a decision made of his own,
living with pain he should never have
known.
He sees his life a different way,
reminded through his son, his pain will
stay.
A child then, deciding to leave in search of a good time,
America his heart screamed, now a
bad memory in his mind.
Leaving his dad and saying good bye,
Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-46972374394048936342013-01-17T10:40:00.001-05:002013-01-17T10:40:33.763-05:00In My Words...: Shared EmotionIn My Words...: Shared Emotion: Shared Emotion Written by: Lee Ann Walker 01/17/2013 It is not without a blow to the gut, a desperate plea to the mind, that fate finds...Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-48504184304676057672013-01-17T10:27:00.001-05:002013-01-17T10:27:22.313-05:00FirestormMay I clear the webs that surround my heart. May I clear the thoughts that overwhelm my mind. May I feel the storm that breathes life into my body that has been tattered and torn. Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-11845571595443228562013-01-17T10:25:00.002-05:002013-01-17T10:26:44.692-05:00Shared EmotionShared Emotion
Written by: Lee Ann Walker
01/17/2013
It is not without a blow to the gut, a desperate plea to
the mind, that fate finds us locked in a corner of our heart trapped by
emotions that should not be felt by anyone. It is with longing that we look to
the past, a day where we were free, smiling without reason, smiling for an emotion
called happiness. In the face of despair with an Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-24690390989219777052012-06-25T11:45:00.000-04:002012-06-25T12:50:59.743-04:00The Heart of a FighterThe news comes with a blow of the worst kind,
Hitting your gut leaving you in a shocked state of mind,
Leaving you asking, why her and why me,
Wanting to believe it just can’t be,
A darkness so deep it drains your soul of hope,
A pain that is intoxicating feeding you like dope,
No one can explain the uncertainty that becomes,
Knowing that you and your child are the ones,
Chosen to endureLee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-52412109337518563452012-05-17T10:47:00.003-04:002012-05-17T10:55:32.080-04:00His Last NameThe first time his father saw it. There
on that piece of white paper. He was proud and knew he had given his son the
best he could. There on that piece of paper was a word made of 6 tiny letters,
but was a looking glass of what was to come.
It held a future much bigger than either could have hoped for. His father
passed on the legacy of life in his last name to a son honored to take it and Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-24871603033111536382012-04-09T10:17:00.002-04:002012-07-11T10:22:26.235-04:00Cut From the Same Cloth
By Lee Ann Walker
1/12/12
Years ago a man made life's greatest decision to share his name and a piece of
him by having a child. The child born a male with bright blue eyes and blonde
hair represented all of this father’s hopes and dreams. He hoped his son would
be smart, loving, full of life, and have the tenacity that would bring him all
of life's riches. As the years passed he watched his Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-48850647956066718052011-12-21T15:57:00.002-05:002011-12-21T15:57:32.260-05:00I see youYou stand next to me but yet it is as though you are not there. You hug me and it feels as if your arms are ribbons of air that surround me but never touch me. I am desperate to feel anything, but I am void. You are there, I see you, yet I am so lonely. The darkness licks at my weaknesses like wounds that a dog tends to after a fight he has lost to a better opponent. The darkness is trying Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-63350670237518589952011-10-06T18:53:00.001-04:002011-10-06T18:53:18.858-04:00My boys.Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0Southwest Jacksonville Jacksonville30.23119 -81.840923tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-54490303959692178602011-09-04T07:11:00.000-04:002011-10-06T21:21:44.729-04:00The Power of ThoughtFrom the thoughts in my mind that imprison my soul, suffocating the spirit that wants to swaddle my body in life’s hopes and dreams, I resist the dungeon of dread and fight to stiffen my thoughts to break the chains that bind. I will walk free into the light, free, allowing my spirit to cleanse me of the wrong and fill me with the right. The right to know, do, and want better for myself and all Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0Southwest Jacksonville Jacksonville30.231224 -81.841011tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-47249488264350953982011-08-10T11:02:00.000-04:002011-08-10T11:02:13.122-04:00Nocturnal DreadIt is not about abandonment or abuse, it is about the scars that reside on my internal wounds, ones that cannot be taken away by medicine or therapy. The scars that never get treated or caressed. I think I would rather feel the shot of a slow moving bullet ripping through my skin and tearing at the nocturnal dread that looms over the life that remains. You have it wrong as I am not bitter, Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-84215489711841286522011-05-27T13:30:00.001-04:002011-05-27T13:32:56.839-04:00Third person named in Boom Boom Room child sex investigation5/27/2011
Florida cracks down! Willie David Rice, 45, James "Red" Mozie, 34, of Lauderhill and his girlfriend, Laschell "Shelly" Harris, 37, of Oakland Park were formally charged with conspiracy to commit sex trafficking of a minor. Investigators say that four girls, ages 14 to 17, were sold to men for sex at the house.
Third person named in Boom Boom Room child sex investigationLee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-58982669535808153382011-04-21T10:47:00.000-04:002011-04-21T10:47:32.046-04:00In My Words...: The Verdict Is In...In My Words...: The Verdict Is In...: "Another day in favor of the villain, why do they always seem to win...the villain in this case is a child rapist (repeat offender)! I hate t..."Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-85185697472625504162011-04-20T17:13:00.001-04:002011-04-21T10:45:22.872-04:00The Verdict Is In...Another day in favor of the villain, why do they always seem to win...the villain in this case is a child rapist (repeat offender)! I hate the justice system! It may not be the ending to my story I had hoped, but at least now I know I did all I could and my story has an ending. The State Attorney says...."There are many complex issues involved in this case. In the end, the Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-83380996818039133342011-04-15T10:40:00.002-04:002011-04-15T15:29:25.432-04:00Life is Like PaperLife is like a piece of notebook paper, the lines help guide you, the color represents all things start out innocent, and the weight of it signifies freedom of burdens. Often times we take for granted that piece of paper, much like our lives. We spill things on it, screw it up, and write outside the lines. How often do we keep it secure and safe from wet counters and dirty handsLee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053663240827604974.post-73944227456127786502011-03-01T19:46:00.002-05:002011-03-01T19:46:42.344-05:00PassionPassion is what the heart cannot keep enclosed, and what the mind cannot fully wrap around. It finds a way to seep from the soul on a desperate mission to seek out those in need by someone who wants to help them. It can be a process that is slow or one that erupts like a volcano. Not everyone can handle the power of passion – but have the conviction that you can. We will walk Lee Ann Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03657462655977552417noreply@blogger.com0