Silence…

it Becomes live and let live?

Surely…

I do not care

about the color of her old gray hair

Or to which charity they choose to give.

Silence…

Became an easy road

With justification to lack of share.

Surely,

You didn’t mean that

and staying quiet reflected you didn’t  care.

Silence…

allows the injured

No recourse for the pain

Surely,

Someone knows this Leader,

she has so much to gain.

Silence…

Says, “I’m as guilty as those,

who do the acts unjust.”

Surely,

there are others speaking up

In which to form a trust.

And they have been Silenced…

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Clean up on aisle 8…

but I couldn’t.

The tools needed missing

to repair the broken.

She, standing silent while he cursed,

and  slammed the rice to the floor.

Spirits shattered?

He,

roaring into life and

removing her essence.

She,

running  away down the aisle,

Hovering not far,

While he,

brings forward transference

to elicit counter transference of  my sympathy,

None forthcoming with my offer to

drive her away to a safe place , while he

holds tight the shatters to create a

Whole of his making,

while shoppers look the other way.

And they finally go,

All of the while

remaining shattered

and I return to my shopping.

 

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