You Don't Tell Me
30 December, 2005
Author: Willahh
You said, "It's over. Don't come back from Tennessee."
I raised my brow and thought for a moment, replying
telepathically, "I will live wherever I want to live."
Your gifts of whatnot wrapped up in silvery paper with
Golden Candy Canes. Oil, incense, perfume. What are you
trying to convey? My heart is young and my soul is pure.
My poppa was a letter carrier. My momma someone else's nurse.
"I will live wherever I want to live, Momma."
If I decide to speak to you outloud,
time will reveal the importance of my solitary silences.
The way the words will roll off my lips like little lillies.
The inflection of my voice heard in the very fibers of your being.
One day I will share with you what drives me wild inside,
but until then, I will live wherever I want to live.
------- Author's Notes -------
I write this after spending several of the past few years homeless. I appreciate the venue provided here, allowing me to share more and more of myself in the attempt to reach readers who are able to respond to the feeling I hide in my writings. |
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