unheard

My fingers gently brush the keys on the keyboard….
“Don’t air your dirty laundry” I can hear my mother saying.
The bubble that comes to my throat feels like an inhuman scream.
I hold it in.

My fingers gently hold the sharpened pencil,
Poised over paper;
I’ll write out what I cannot say.
Pages are filled and never read.

My fingers gently hold the phone;
My pain, you never hear.
I sit quietly.
I cannot speak loud enough to make you listen.

My fingers gently wipe the tears from my cheek.
Anger is My reward for sensitivity.
“Don’t air your dirty laundry” I hear my mother’s voice repeat.
It piles up in my mind.

My fingers gently hold the door;
As I step out; My mind shouts to stop!
But, I never hear;
I’m not listening.

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