I dreamed of you in moons and stars and skies of the blackest lace. I saw the truth deep in your eyes, as I gazed at your lovely face. I saw a bird,...
I have a picture in my mind. It's you, your face, my hand in yours, clutching at straws, that there may be hope, a little more time left. Time for a...
Fictional poem about the long term effects of sexual abuse. Even when the children grow up and seem to be successful and not affected by it, it does not mean that damage has not been done. 1 in 3 women have experienced abuse at some time in their life in the UK.