The Dimly Lit and Whispers

-------The Dimly Lit and Whispers-------

It was just a sound that brought her back,

through the cracks and pain 

of a life lived for somebody else.

Was it her choice, or the momentum of an idea

that carried her off her feet into the sunset 

toward that novel and futile dream?

More than a mother and more than being a wife,

she is,

before those, within them and after for always.

No thing but a sound, 

dug deep into her bones, 

where the barefooted and free still were.

But how easy those bones are broken 

by a world that can use her

for her body and her love.

A world and household that she holds up.
A world and household that has forgotten how to both hold her
and how to let her go home.

Deep into the bones and deeper still,

the softest touch

of tunnels the leaves make for the winds to find her through.

The dimly lit

and whispers,

nothing but a sound.

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