I was not going to publish another post today but as I was listening to a debate on our Radio 2 about people who were abused as children and how their lives have turned out.
To the survivors ; how ????
Hence this poem from me in Rictameter style.
Deep down feelings
Unseen cages block thoughts
Stirring thoughts of how to escape
Slight glimpse followed by survival instinct
Coping ability now swells
Strength so rare emerges
Never to be