Poem 'The Child in Me'

The Child in Me

A tiny hand stretched out on tippy-toes

with burning love in a heart shaped

just like this.

Agony and anguished moans

of desperate dying love.

And then collapsed in homicidal

lust with gritted teeth

and arms spread wide.

They were afraid of her brightness

like star sharp needle light;

her despairing beauty devouring their vanity.

Loved through tears and held in mind,

a love of sacred whispered prayers.

Some stolen breath and chapped-knee love,

devoted to your non-existent needs.

A concept of conception conceived in self-love.

Drawn deep from a loveless twosome,

grown out of painful solitude.

A runaway with teapot promises

gathers up the doll called Joe

and totters of in mum's high-heels

to go to war with all.