Listening to the silence
Lying still, flat on her back just listening to the silence
Eyes squeezed shut she's seeing black and ignoring all the violence
A steady hum, a beating heart, is all that dares to speak
She lays there longer, holding on, waiting out the meek
Shadows pass by, footsteps echo on, none of which she knows
These minor scenes keep playing out, but not in the place she goes.
Seconds, minutes, hours or days, she knows not what has passed
She continues in her held still state and avoids being harassed
A strong mind and stronger heart keep her stable where others fail
Those eyes so bright, stay tightly shut, and she knows she will prevail.
Copyright © Caryn King | Year Posted 2011