the laughter singing and joy, <br />movement of the footsteps, <br />up the stairs and then the shouts, <br />shut up and go to sleep, <br /> <br />the night is silent, <br />the door open slowly, <br />the hand over the mouth, <br />shh shh, <br />the legs forced apart, <br />as the pain begins, <br /> <br />the blood flows, <br />the tears won't come, <br />the door he closes with the, <br />happiness in his heart, <br /> <br />as the water runs, <br />a warm bubble bath, <br />my childhood gone, <br /> <br />but as i grew, <br />the pain becomes numb, <br />the older i got, <br />the memories grows stronger, <br /> <br />as i fight and fight, <br />i wonder if it will, <br />ever stop and go away<br /><br />Sharron Stephenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-uncried-tears/
