Not my husband's hands
Not my doctor's hands
Not my nurse's hands
Not the hands of a dear friend
They are the hands of a stranger
Someone not known to me
I am vulnerable
Naked and wet
In the shower
No where to hide
No way to cover up
She is watching
Making sure I don't fall
She washes where I can't
I am vulnerable
Naked and wet
Tonight the monsters
Will come out
Follow me about
Until I try to sleep
They sleep with me
On the bed
In my head
In my soul
They sleep with me On the bed In my head In my soul......strange feelings and visions that haunt us....... very nice poem...... full of expression and feelings and bringing the need of the moment to the fore...... tha nkyou very much dear poetess. tony god bless you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An absolutely stunning poem expressing the emotions that speak from an innocent victim, may monsters such as these find their end in the same horror that they dispersed. Cheryl, what a poem you have written here, so very revealing of hurt emotions, just outstanding! !