Wednesday, 27 December 2006


As a child she spoke little if ever
until the age of five
finding comfort in the deep silence
that she wove tightly around herself

The little girl reached out not for
an other's arms
Content to sit beneath a table
or in some tiny corner
where none could find her

But she listened to every sound
every word which assaulted her tender ears
She had heard them
every day every night
And she knew
she knew she wanted no part of it

Shadows were her playmates
darkness her best friend
For darkness hid her well

When discovered her large grey eyes
would close in fear
Her little body tremble
But not a word would she utter
just a tiny moan broke free from her
Then silence
Silence until it would start again