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my steps to healing.....by Karla Antoinette
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"my steps to healing" is an autobiographical book
about my healing from an abusive relationship in 1991.
It features original, autobiographical poetry and scripture from the King James
and The Living Bible versions of the Bible.
Like most people, I didn't get a clear meaning
of the scripture by reading the King James Version
alone, so I referenced both the KJV and The Living Bible
versions of scripture that ministered to me during
my healing process.
When I understood the scripture and how to apply it
to my life, my mind and spirit healed along
with the physical wounds on my body.
I also include a chronological account of the
18 month process it took for me to heal from
the all too common occurence of domestic violence.
I hope this book will bless women, young and mature,
as I share my experience of... - recognizing the abuse,
- my twisted idea of thinking I could "fix" him,
- leaving the abuser (with the help of friends and family),
- and then going through the process of isolation so
that I could heal and learn to take care
of myself emotionally and spiritually.
Spiritual healing and understanding
how God works in our lives, then finally
learning who I am in the eyes of God was
the ultimate blessing.
May God bless you in all your struggles and
may you find comfort in Romans 8:28. -Karla With a K 
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Abortion Reform
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Never forget atrocities wherever and whenever they occur, no matter what form they are in. Cicero, 55 B. C.
One of the most heinous of atrocities is abortion. So atrocious, I suspect, that no one wants to talk about it, remember it or confront it. It's one of those things we hide from, sweep under the rug, like abuse, hoping it will never rear its ugly head in our face again, once it's done.BEWARE! Before clicking onto this site, be prepared for a sight you've never seen and probably will never want to see again. I pray, you will never be casual or indifferent to abortion again.
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I Still Miss My Mother's Day by Karla With a K
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I'm pro life now that I know the pain of the other.
Why give me a choice, when I don't have a voice
and don't know the meaning of being a mother?
I still miss my Mother's Day.
Give me a thoughtful man
who will accept his responsibility
who cares enough to plan;
and not just lay down with me.
I pray for a man who will honor
and marry me,
not fearfully resign and passively
support flushing our baby,
'cause I still miss my Mother's Day.
Many of us wanted to be mothers,
the ones who carried the seed
buried deep within,
but we gave in
To the needs of others
was it a whim?
To protect the living--
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers,
fathers and mothers to be, society?
We maintain appearances,
don't go past three;
the last month to mask the shame
deny the blame,
erase the name
of the child that was meant to be.
I still miss my Mother's Day.
Not knowing how to challenge
the abuse to my soul,
so many, many years ago...
or yesterday,
Still needing to be made whole.
Decades from abortion, seem like one minute ago.
Back then, how would I know
that I'd feel ever empty
where life used to be...
ever seeking to fill the hole
that love did not see.
Today, at 50, I'm...
Asking, Seeking, Knocking
on the door of forgiveness
Accepting the key that frees me
but still I miss my Mother's Day.
Being robbed of my future and my history,
robbed of the truth of our plight,
later learning that extermination was the plan
I had to fight!
Yes, I played right into
the genocidal "Planned Parenthood";
Supposedly,
for my good.
Today, I have a voice
and can make an informed choice.
Abortion ain't no good
so be careful in the Planned Parent 'hood,
' cause I still miss my Mother's Day.
poem inspired by God, written by Karla With a K, 2008
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