A girl who had no voice
wrote everything down on paper
“I have no voice”
She often wrote to strangers.
She was born that way.
Almost an angel, you might say.
Perfectly silent, innocent, hidden.
In times of panic
She would be as calm as
a harpsicord
In burning flame
she could not scream,
nor did
she moved
onward and
outward away
you see she did not have the burden
of words…She didn’t have their surplus.
She didn’t have to think through words
to get to some kind of meaning.
She was immediately with the reality thing.
She didn’t have to cut through the
rubbish to understand what was going on…
She had unfiltered eyes not mudded by words…
she would never understand poetry,
even if she could, she would never want to,
you see, often, poetry was a complicating of matters.
The Words were thin, continuous, ambiguous.
She had no real emotional contact with other human beings.
But she was not completely cut off. All see, no blind.
Body language and body contact
nine tenths of human communication.
In this respect, she could communicate very well.
She hugged. She cried.
She laughed. She winked.
She ran all day.
The girl with no voice,
spoke eloquently of life…