The Heart Of The Little Love Poem by Sharron Stephenson

Feel the blood, feel the pain, shh be quite,
The tears the screams the slap told the,
Secret must be never told.

Day after minute, second after night, morning
Awake a safe place no car bedroom, bath-
Room, sitting room inside, outside woods,
Car park a mental peace in a school bit not,
Not long tick of the clock means more to,
Follow.

Please stop please stop, i am hurt, no longer,
A little girl,
Why? Why? no understanding, the words your,
Fault-looks likes mam - you asked for it,
How? by wearing a skirt.

One two three hold me down take a.
Turn. So scared feeling alone.
I hate the life I hate.

The adult inside feels the past,
The child inside feels the bad in the heart,
The adult and child can now feel the love.