Project Description

Dark corners

I need to bring my body to
Align with my mind and brain;
It still trembles in the dark,
Unsure of safety.

That visit to Mrs Taylor
Still lingers in my head.

The three pregnancies,
Then dead.

My mum,
Who failed to protect me
Then cut me off instead.

The small part of me that
Doesn’t want to believe
It all happened.

How to shift those deep-held-decades-old
Of shame, humiliation and contamination.

Who am I now?