Poetry Break: I Heard You

Change of pace here today mainly because I'm running out of time for today's blog post.

So I am going into the archives and posting a little bit of poetry.

The nice thing about poetry - it doesn't take long to read.

Here we go.

I Heard You
by Anna Maria Junus

I heard you,

Though the words never escaped your lips.

I heard you

through your eyes

 and the way you held your arms folded

tightly in front of you.

The flinches from touch,

The fist sized bruise on the small of your back

That I wasn't supposed to see,

And all the things you didn't say

when the rest of us joked about

the fights with our husbands and the latest things

they did to tick us off.

I heard you

And I did nothing.

It was easier to pretend.

Easier to smile and laugh

and not notice that your smile never quite reached

your eyes even though you were

the wittiest of all of us and always had the best

punchlines.

It seemed kinder not to intrude.

After all, if you wanted me to know

You would have told me.

Right?

He plays his part convincingly,

(So did you, by the way).

He stands there, holding your children's hands,

Wiping appropriate tears from his face,

While dirt is thrown upon you.

Comforting arms encircle him, and words

of love are murmured into his ear.

They never heard you.

But I heard you.

And this time,

I will not do nothing.