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Welcome to Sadie Speaks

a safe and sacred space 

Welcome to a place of healing and hope after abuse. There is a certain ‘sisterhood’ and ‘brotherhood’ among women & men who have faced the countless varieties of abuse and its onslaught.  This is a safe space to engage with a lone  woman, on the journey of Faith, who found her voice on the tip of a pen and at the bottom of a make up brush. 

 

"There is no pit so deep, that God's love is not deeper still."

Corrie ten Boom

 
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About Me

Sadie’s Not My Real Name

For years, I have written over 100 poems to try and make sense of my abuse and it’s obtrusive interaction with my real life.  In another season, I also found solace in building pottery and painting barns.  I finally decided to share my poetry and paintings in a forum that gives hope and provides sacred space for others to process pain. I founded Sadie Speaks : Finding Your Voice After Abuse with a mission to give others their voice by hearing mine. Take some time to explore the blog, read my story, and find your voice mingled in the echoes of my whispers, shouts, silence and songs.  May you find that the truth of your abuse ends with hope, tenderness, forgiveness and holding fast to Love. 

 

Heaven Hears

In the midst of the loneliness In the midst of the pain Heaven’s ear hears The unspoken strain The primal cry The stoic weep Heaven listens—

Labor Day

October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness month. Normally, I will not be able to keep up with all of the awareness days, weeks or...

The Withering Bloom

But the withering, the withering Of spirit and soul The withering of the flower’s bud Is fall’s harvest goal

Save Me

Because suffering alone is better by far Than to constantly be wishing upon a star And taking the sacred kin with me Out into the raging sea

O Great Mathematician

O Great Mathematician, Who numbers the stars, What makes this world so hard? To You, Who counts every grain of sand, Why so much...

Only Little But Once

And so it’s true All that all the Grandmas ever told you That they grow up fast That the pitter patter of little feet won’t last No more...

Time Passes

Time passes Suddenly No longer babies Girls, grown young Women Opinions, humor Sorrows, joys— Time passes. And I yet Not still grown...