Poem 2 by Michelle

To a life you will never see.

Beneath the surface of fake smiles and gestures

My thoughts and feelings lay and fester.

Once a child so innocent and warm, now an icicle, broken and torn.

As a child so willing to learn,

This of course was no concern.

No-one questioned the methods used,

Of course this child was being abused.

This child had suffered for so long,

Unaware that anything was wrong.

As I grew I became aware,

Of how this life can be so unfair.

I thought I was doing something right,

I stayed in the hut to avoid a fight.

On my head I have an imprint,

Nonces only until you’re content.

Suddenly this day took bad shape,

If  only I had foreseen my rape.

I held the grass my grasp so tight,

If only I had put up more of a fight.

My hands were cut from grasping thorns,

Cause by a nonce who had the horns.

My face burned from nettle stings,

Why have I experienced these things?

In these eyes I hold the key,

To a life you will never see.

Beneath the surface of fake smiles and gestures,

My thoughts and feelings lay and fester.

Once a child so innocent and warm,

Now an icicle so broken and torn.

Yet I know that I will bounce back up,

For mine is a spirit that never gives up.

By Michelle