The Uncried Tears Poem by Sharron Stephenson
The Uncried Tears
the laughter singing and joy,
movement of the footsteps,
up the stairs and then the shouts,
shut up and go to sleep,
the night is silent,
the door open slowly,
the hand over the mouth,
shh shh,
the legs forced apart,
as the pain begins,
the blood flows,
the tears won't come,
the door he closes with the,
happiness in his heart,
as the water runs,
a warm bubble bath,
my childhood gone,
but as i grew,
the pain becomes numb,
the older i got,
the memories grows stronger,
as i fight and fight,
i wonder if it will,
ever stop and go away
this poem comes from the heart. the pain is clear to see. i hope thnis poet is getting the help she really needs. well written this is the first poem i have read by this poet and it will not be the last.
wow sharon, powerful write..sometimes letting go of emotions is the first step in understanding them...well done xo
strong and revealing... it takes courage to bare the heart! good poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 3:44:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A sad poem of violated childhood, the past we cannot change, only the future offers choices, and possible restoration of souls.