The Unspoken Speaks

She is there

She waits

With her head down

She waits

Not knowing if she is giving up

Or taking a break

Sick from all the unspokens

All the filters, the mazes

The weaves and blind turns

She is naeusous 

Motion sick

She used to love roller coasters 

Now they are too real

The ins and outs and upside downs

The yes's and no's 

The supposed to's the shows

The grudges felt but not heard or spoken

The vibration, the tremor of her voice

Coming from the inside out

She has a choice

She purges. She lets go

The ride slows down

She can see, she can feel

She lifts her head

It is real. 

She is here.

Alive and dead

Empty and fed

Proverbs 17 Woman

The highest woman on the ladder, who can find.  

The one with the scars is the most divine.  

Except for the scars are on the inside for none to see.  

For all the Yes’s she gave in word and deed.

What does she lack?  No one knows

Except for the stains on her sheets and pillows.

Proverbs 17 women who can find

The most noble, hardworking, and divine

She gets up before the sun and takes care of everyone

But what does she do when the day is done?

Does she lay under the stars and wonder who is there

If she says No, will someone up there will still care?

The highest on the ladder, who can see

She is too high, even for me.