~ Esther Mitchell, 2005 ~
It’s hard to say,
and even harder to do,
what must be said,
or what has to be done.
At times, I want to scream,
but can never find my voice,
At times, to cry aloud,
the words locked inside my head.
All my life,
I’ve lived in unwilling silence,
a victim of silent tears and fears,
a fate more grisly than violence.
My hands’ creations,
have been my sole escape and rebellion,
My words confined to writ pages,
my thoughts and feelings, here revealed.
But as the chance to speak comes to me,
still I find myself strangely silent,
and wonder if the greater gift,
was to be trapped here within my mind.