born mute
in a world where silence is golden
deaf to the
cacophonous sounds of the world
born into seeing
and never really being seen
a reaction to
what passes before her eyes.
questioned by you
should I or shouldn’t I
you asked
so you already know what the answer is
you laid
your discomfort on the floor at her feet
and asked her
to tell you if you were wrong
you called her
the moral compass
and said you looked to her
to gauge the ground on which you stand
she told you nothing
that you didn’t already know
she simply reflected
the words back onto you
she listened without feeling
without reaction
emotion is never painted
in black and white
you wanted her
to tell you what to do
but she is mute
and cannot even speak her name
intriguing interaction...the mute being the moral compass...and her just reflecting back your own words...though i guess it is as much the actions of others as it is what they have to say...
ReplyDeleteTo be born into seeing and never really be seen.... touching.
ReplyDeleteI love the way she makes you hear your own words, makes you listen to the answer that you already know but are perhaps reluctant to accept.
ReplyDeletethe job of a reflection...i love the play on words and ideas and the way you present them. cool write, andrea.
ReplyDeleteMuch food for thought here.
ReplyDeleteI've said this to someone else, but the way you use the second person just makes the poem all the more stronger. You've pointed out to me that this is another tool to create voice. And the subject is sensitively addressed. Persons with handicaps of whatever sort are our teachers so very often.
ReplyDeleteAndrea, this is so very moving. So very sad not to be able to speak one's name.
ReplyDeleteborn into seeing and never been seen...and her reflecting the words back...really a moving and deep write andrea
ReplyDeleteSo much truth in this, Andrea. Much to ponder.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Andrea. They say that your other senses heighten when you lose one...but the inability must still rankle.
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