Regina Redmond: Warrior Woman – Truth Teller

My name is Regina Redmond from Gorey.

I have lived through deep trauma, both as a child and as an adult. I was sexually physically and mentally abused.

For a long time, I carried that pain in silence, feeling its weight in every part of my life. My journey to healing has been long, at times overwhelming, and not without its struggles—but it has also been transformative.

What helped me begin to find my way back to myself was expression. Through art and poetry, I found a voice for what I had been holding inside for decades. 

These became safe spaces where I could gently explore, release, and begin to heal. I’ve written two books ‘Buried Deep is the Child’ and my most recent one ‘Warrior Woman’.

 My spirituality, and my path as a holistic therapist, have also been central in supporting me—guiding me toward compassion, understanding, and a deeper connection with myself.

There came a turning point when I realised that my trauma and abuse are part of my story, but they are not all that I am. That understanding didn’t erase the past, but it softened its hold. It allowed me to begin letting go, piece by piece, of what had kept me bound for so long.

Today, I feel more whole. I carry my past with tenderness rather than fear. And most importantly, I know that healing is possible.

If you are reading this and are in the midst of your own pain, I want you to know that you are not alone. There is a way through. It may take time, support, and courage, but change is possible—and so is a life that feels lighter, freer, and truly your own.

Regina Redmond 

My light Has Won

My light is too bright
for those living in the shadows,
the shadiness of the past,
those living in the dark.
Comfortable in the doom and gloom,
playing the same tune, playing dumb.
Diffusion, exclusion of all responsibility.
No accountability.
Their actions impacted my life,
cut like a knife.
Speaking untruths – words untrue.
False, falsified.
Unfounded, not grounded in my reality.

My light, so bright shining like a torch,
on all things,
hidden and forbidden.
Their lies will be their demise,
in all eventuality.
The lack of truth in the heart of darkness.
Their light is gone,
my light has won.

Warriors Of The Light

I am the one who lights the way
where darkness lay against wicked fray.
I am the one who reaches out to the victims,
their words have been silenced kept at bay.
I ensure they are seen and have their say,
a voice to their voicelessness.
I am the one giving courage to share their story,
the child within brought to safety,
free from harm, further injury,
their childhoods’ stolen, innocence taken.

I am the one who sprinkles kindness,
that scared frightened child that never went away.
We’ll stand together from today
speaking out is our God-given right,
we’ll not let another dim our light.
Like the survivors we are, we shine bright.
We are not victims in the darkness,
we are warriors of the light.

Allowing

Allowing this injurious part of my life to go
taking each day as it arrives
taking it slow
going with the flow
allowing it all to end
becoming my own best friend.
My tender heart
broken
burned
cheated
but not defeated.
I allow myself to feel, to heal
so that I may grow, so that I may know
better days are coming.
Being brave, turning the page
allowing this light to set in within.
Trusting.
I am finally blooming,
a rare flower indeed, one of a kind.