See my main poetry site at www.whitedovesnest.com - site for survivors of sexual abuse and those that support them |
The winter wind blows against my face
The tear weeps, it leaves no trace...
Safety; thoughts amiss
Dreams of you; such bliss...
The touch of safety
The comfort of you...
The swirl of the ocean; the call of the breeze
Further my understanding; with such ease...
I hear the messages
Every day...
I see the lights
There up ahead...
If it was your child, would you want anyone molesting them? Of course not, so how can it be "not so bad?" |