Spring And Bare Poem by Sharron Stephenson

a penny a thought
a whisper a mind
I am here to fight the battle
never a war
across the stormy waters
of a childhood spring
the moment in time
a frozen second
in a hour of hate and rape
months and months
of tears and blood

I need a wish
honest to god
the lie I never told
a headache of pain and control
the wall ahead I cannot break
a call I cannot make
the door I cannot see

my heart that does not beat
the memories I relive everyday
night comes the pain I bare
I am not a bad girl
I am a good adult
in a bit of a whirlpool of life