she’s mute,
a voiceless little girl, following,
never leading,
just trying to blend in.
in reality, it’s all a façade,
a mask to hide herself
from others.
inside her mind, there’s a volcano,
churning,
ready to blow at any minute,
and in that volcano,
she’s thinking thoughts,
feeling feelings,
and dreaming dreams, but
never uttering a single word of it all,
afraid that her tongue
will betray her,
will twist and trip over her words,
will turn them into something
they’re not.
most of all,
she’s afraid of being pushed down,
of being left alone
to fend for herself,
all because she wanted to finally be her,
and not
someone else.
so, she doesn’t speak.
she keeps it all in her head,
making it burst at the seams.
she covers those seams,
hides them with a closed mouth,
and open ears.
but just remember,
that volcano is still trapped inside,
just yearning
to erupt.
maybe someday,
she’ll let it all
go,
but not today.
-z.a
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Taciturnity
PoesíaShe can't help what comes out when her pen is uncapped and the paper is blank. • All poetry is mine and mine alone. Please do not steal! c: • • Credit to @TheAnnaNguyen for this beautiful cover! •
