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False

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They punish her in their silent ways.

After she has spoken up,

After she is exhausted.

The ones she loves most.

Unapologetically,

Indirectly 

Forgetting.

She is soft to them,

She is weak.

She knows she has been taken advantage of,

Manipulation in their pious suffering

Pulling at her heart.

She bends,

She sways.

To be there when the weight is so heavy

On her.

She moves ever so slowly.

They know

She has yet to speak and then 

It leaves her mind as to why;

She cries.

She cannot be who they think she should be in

Their false strength

And the lights go out.

Being

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No one speaks the truth

It is a knowing,

This a silence flowing and waiting for one to enter and submerge.

Beckoning.

Welcoming;

Releasing all to welcome all.

Truth is in the being not the speaking,

Listen.

Love. Stillness.

Shed what is known, therein lies what is.

Truth is merely a word created to capture and cage concrete reality which cannot

be held.

Thought is fluid.

Eat it or wear it

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there once was a little girl

who loved to giggle

sometimes she would not like

what she was told to eat

in her stubbornness

she would sit at the table all alone

until darkness came;

Til all but two were tucked in bed.

She would get thumped upside the head

and called some terrible things

but still she would sit hoping they would forget

her plate was not clean.

words were screamed

and words were repeated but to bring the spoon to her lips,

she just would not do it.

And in the end she would go to bed dirty.

stripped naked she was forced to stand

while the food she refused to eat,

well,

it was rubbed all over her bare  skin

(mashed potatoes and peas burned in her memories)

in her nose and her ears

And down to her toes.

her pretty brown hair mangled and messed

perhaps one day she would learn;

and she did.

She learned not to speak,

she learned not to argue.

she learned to do what she was told,

to eat every morsel on the plate before her

until nothing was left;

And she slowly disappeared.

*originally published August 2016 @choleintodiamonds*

She Sees Herself

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No one has really ever known her.

Seen her.

It is because she seldom speaks up.

She is so tired of

Trying to be heard above the noise.

She does not share her stories anymore

So others just see her smile.

They feel her hugs.

They think she is the quiet girl,

The frail one

Because she is kind.

She is learning that she does not have to explain to anyone.

She used to try but her lips stop her now.

And her heart.

Someday she will meet someone who truly sees her.

Until then she sees herself and that is enough.

Courageous

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She will try not to run.

She will try not to hide.

She will try not to turn away.

She will look you in the eye.

She will listen to you speak

Of her as if she is pretty

While voices scream otherwise in her head.

She will stay when you smile at her tenderly,

Every cell in her body desiring nothing more

Than to vanish.

Her heartbeat has been rendered immobile.

Artifacts from days gone by holding every

Ventricle hostage.

She is trying to be brave.

If you knew

How the earth shook beneath her feet

When she moved,

 How the thunder echoed in her ears

When she tried to speak

You would

Realize just how courageous

She is.