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Sense
September 7, 2018 ~ Friday
Little lips
Little bits of me, the tips
Of where all words begin and end
Little place to hide my insides
Ships passed in the craggy shore
She waved and beckoned them close
But none would come to her moor
Pearled tears were her only lure
And the sailors passed her in droves
You’re a girl in a world where your voice gets cut before people get to listen.
Mother and Father tell you to hush, child,
Let the adults do the talking.
When words become inexplicable
And the intangible void
Begins to tear,
A silent mourning
Comes to rest within
The heart
Except, suddenly, this silence
Is the only noise
I wonder when it will be easier
to place the letters together.
To form the letters into words,
and the words into sentences,
A love day filled with joy and laughter.
Went to the cinema after.
A breeze of beauty passed me by.
Acknowledgement and denial,
My normal self but still a cosmic pawn.
Choices are given, options limited.
I feel as if I'm a block of chalk
who nobody sees
Why can't I be seen?
Because so many personalities
stand out way more pronounce than me
I am merely a shadow in their presences
I can see, but I am blind.
I can hear, though I am deaf.
I can speak, yet I am mute.
I find myself wandering, like a spirit,
Walking the same path over.
I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
If you were a mute,
I’d still fall in love with all of the words
You never were able to say.
If you were blind,
I’d describe every detail life could provide for me
Better than if you could see at all.
Blind,
Can you see me?
Deaf,
Can you hear me?
Mute,
Can you tell me?
Heart,
Can you love me?
Death,
Can you hurt me?