She Will Listen
Sometimes I wonder
if this metal chain I hold,
Could unwind,
and free the blatantly trapped.
If It could spin them into a new frame,
Of laughing words drawn on cardboard paper,
And others cut into snowflakes.
Write these letters to her,
Form the words you can’t say out loud.
Make a promise,
One of pinky fingers,
And she will listen.
Copyright © Ciel Peacock | Year Posted 2023
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