Odd—
you
might think—
that
words written on a page
in
ink
would
be the voice
for
what she dare not say
to
the rest of the world.
Swollen
vocals in a crowd
as
eyes search for corner
of
familiarity.
Waiting,
Hoping,
that
someone will come
to
her first.
Yet,
with keys
she
may be bold
seeking
freedom,
while
wishing for more.
