She sat on her bed wondering why.
She looked to the ceiling and start to cry.
She drifted off to sleep lost in her thoughts.
She wondered silently, feeling distraught.
Nothing would ever be the same,
just the pain and the shame.
When she would awake.
She would realise that it was not a mistake.
Sarah Jane Clifford
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem