A Little Bit. Poem by Sammje Peltier

When we finally told the truth.
it helped... a little bit

When we finally put him behide bars.
It kinda helped.

just a little bit.

when they finally understood what happened
there love and pity
didnt even help.

when they sent us to treatments and other places
it didnt help ease the pain.
it just let the tears flow.

When the darkness comes
he is no longer behide bars
but haunting our dreams

i can hear the echo
of our silent screams

it feels like it is happening.

all over again.

i can still feel his cold
sweaty hands all over my tiny little body.

i feel every muscle in my body tense
i try to run and hide
but he only gets closers
i feel the walls closing in
but that i wake up.

they said time would help.
but it still hurts,
just like it did in 1994
nothing helped.


not even just a little bit.