At fourteen i was betrayed by someone who stole my heart, my innocence, my body.
Someone who should have known better than to walk away and end his life after destroying mine.
At fifteen i brought into this world a miniature replica of my past.
I saw his nose echoed in the soft, still forming peak of that small face.
The outline of his lips in that demanding rosebud mouth.
The soft black hair on that tiny head.....
My heart broke again when i gave that memory made flesh into the care of other, more capable arms.
I still feel the trickle of ghost tears on my cheeks.
I still feel an empty space under my heart where i once carried love.
I still feel.
Emma, Lincolnshire UK, Mother