I wrote two pieces (poems seems like too nice of a word) I didn't know what I would write about. It was a shock for me to write about details that only a very few others even know about.
The first is called "Nightmare Pain"
The second is called "Silence"
The child in the story was only four years old, the family was having a hard time, and for various reasons, they had to send the youngest away for a while. I don't really remember exactly how long.
The truth was buried very deep for a long time and I still tend to refer to it in the third person. In a lot of ways it did happen to someone else. A defenseless little child, that felt unwanted and unloved by her real family.
Now she's a grown up woman with three sons of her own. A very over-protective Mother, even though they are sons and thankfully not daughters. I was always afraid that would be to hard to handle.
I may try poetry again at some later date, but probably not for a while.