Small view of a silent woman
A poem that sprung, god-like, completely formed from its author’s head.
They want her to say something,
They think she should speak to someone,
listening to the sound
of her own heart beating,
hears only her own thoughts.
She nurses her pain,
keeps it tightly confined.
Her own private,
very private wound,
still too raw and bleeding
to speak about.
She has no words.
Her silence says enough.
© chrissytotoro 2023
I like this very much it struck a chord with me. Sue.
Sue, much thanks for reading and commenting. I’m pleased you found something to relate to.
Do no harm.
Sometimes the pain is all we have left of something wonderful. Such loss, so perfectly expressed.
Gee, much thanks for your comments.
Not quite sure what the problem is with this lady, whether it was physical or emotional. I think what I was trying to get across was ‘other people’ seeming to think that the only way she was going to get through it was to ‘talk about it’. That seems to be a common way of thinking these days, that if we just talk, share, that makes the pain of whatever it is easier and it doesn’t, not every time.
Do no harm.