There was once someone i use to know who struggled in life because she was kept quite and so this poem is her life from what she has told me and from what i have seen. She is everyone who has been kept quite, people i know and don't know. -GrandestNerd
She says everything
To no one
In an empty auditorium
With chairs lining the wall.
She looks out into the world
And sees expectations and norms
Set for her
As a young woman of great beauty.
She walks down the street
With her head bowed down.
The silence killing her.
Her words, slipping and dripping
Past her lips
Like blood
Hitting the concrete for anyone
To find,
To voice out loud and clear
For all to hear.
Anyone but her.
And when people
Turn an ear to hear her words
All they hear
Is her silence,
The silence from a girl who now
Lies in the ground.
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Dear Jessie, I was never able to tell you before because your story rendered me speechless, but the day you told me i cried for you. You had the guts to tell me if no one else, and i still could not even tell you my own. You may never read this, but just incase you do it's here for you. I miss you, but i am so proud of you. I hope you can find a haven in your new life, I wish you the best. Fariwell -G
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The Unspoken Life
PoetryMy salad of words... though far more delicious than salad perhaps a tray of deserts for the mind's eye. Enjoy!