You say I am not supposed to speak my pain,
but you are going to hear it anyway, again and again.

Everyone wants me to still my tongue,
but I can't, not while my pain's still young.

You believe that to speak my mind is not wise;
you'd think differently if you'd used my eyes.

I really don't have much of a choice;
my need is strong and it needs my voice.

It is not such a new tale...
there is no magic, no nightingales.

I won't seduce you, envelope you in rapture
or grab your heart or even your soul capture

My speech will make some hide like animals in a storm;
for others, my words will just be annoying thorns.

So much whirling around the tips of my imagination
to say my piece may just be everyone's salvation.

So although now, we seem to be close
and our seeming good fortune to all we boast.

Regardless. I have to break free, my feelings park
for we as one, are really apart.

©1998 Carmen Eva DuHaime


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