(Un)Spoken

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.