Silent One
A bird, caged in jealous possession,
by silent assassins of suppression.
Fate took her voice, as she flew to be free,
now her songs are whispers of misery.
Is she a victim of reality,
drifting into realms of insanity.
Childhood trauma effects her mentally,
confused why humans act so venally.
Waiting for her loved ones to return home,
she's developed guardian angel syndrome.
Helping others, despite her own torment,
soothing their burdens whilst they lament.
Her bilingual tongue suffers in silence,
but at least her heart is safe from violence.
The Silent One
8 October 2020
This poem is not about me. I'm not a woman.
I have stuck to ten syllables, but I know the meter is not perfect.
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2020
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