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

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

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

A change
Of the heart...

The swirl of the ocean; the call of the breeze
Further my understanding; with such ease...

The touch of safety
The comfort of you...

Over a hill
I walk...

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

Safety; thoughts amiss
Dreams of you; such bliss...

The feel of sickness
The feel of shame...

I spoke to the lady
My own problems too...

Last night I had a thought
What about I try a prayer...