Backwards and forwards she rocks on her knees, <br />Her head in her hands, her womb bleeds. <br />Helpless to stop it, she rocks, she screams, <br />Her mind haunted, hallucinations, dreams. <br />Figures, sounds, an angry waterfall, <br />A distant cry in an angry storm. <br />The lightening cuts out her name in the sky, <br />The strengthening sound of a lullaby, <br />She screams, she rocks, she cries, she bleeds, <br />She shouts, she sobs, she rocks, she pleads, <br />The waterfall roars, the wind, destruction, <br />Her crashing world falls, fails to function. <br /> <br />The water runs dry, she wakes, <br />Not a scream, or cry, or ache, <br />But peaceful in bed as the sun wakes the dawn, <br />How long will this nightmare continue on? <br />Her womb does not bleed, in its absence she’s bare, <br />No bloodshed of that, of which is not there. <br />A girl of five, her womanhood taken, <br />Now many years on, her mind mistaken. <br />No loss of blood, or life another, <br />She never was, or will be a mother. <br />Her mind mistaken, or truth in its storm? <br />A girl of five, a child unborn, <br />Dreams, hallucinations, anger, pain, <br />A moment, for lifetime her mind will retain. <br />The secrets of figures, never faded, <br />The innocence of a child, stolen, invaded. <br />No longer a child, she cannot let go, <br />Not only her womanhood, they stole so much more. <br />Not all of the figures, the darkest of all, <br />Hiding behind the waterfall, <br />Never to show his face to her, <br />He leaves her the nightmare, the screams, the scar.<br /><br />lindsey ashton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stolen-12/
