Poetry

Poem: Crying Without Sound

By the time she was nine
She had perfected the art
Of crying without sound.

It’s all in the breathing
At first it’s hard to
control
yourself but you slow
Right
Down.
When she was six
She was happy in her ignorance of
Life
Her noiseless shudders helped her
Out loads and
She coped
By
Re

Treating
Into herself.

February 2004

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