The Lady hawk and the Dragon
Why is it, when we look we do not find, but yet...

Touched
My mind wanders back...

"But where is your Mum, Mum?"
My innocent child asked...

There was a knock upon the door
The teacher turned around...

I feel this anger deep inside
From it I want to run and hide...

What if this life was
Full of smiles...

The feel of sickness
The feel of shame...

A life full of thoughts; horrid
A life of misery; torrid...

Memories of a sexually abused child
A small girl lay on her bed...

Where is the justice?
A poem for Tina...

She hides alone beneath the bed
Her tears fall; nothing said...

The winter wind blows against my face
The tear weeps, it leaves no trace...