some of us don’t speak anymore
because even when we try,
the words catch
in our throats,
before we can think of
spitting them out.
some of us don’t hear anymore
our ears are clogged
with the many unfulfilled
promises of yesterday,
it’s hard to listen to yet,
another lie.
some of us don’t feel anymore
because in times past,
when we allowed
ourselves to feel,
there was no telling
the things it did
to our soul.
which is why,
we have receded
to just watching.
because in watching,
we choose what we see,
and usually,
what we see,
is what we get.
so, we bind our tongues,
and block our ears,
and close our hearts,
but keep our eyes,
wide open.
Day 4/30. November challenge. #30days30poems
Feedback is well appreciated.
Love❤️
Liz.
Nice poem!
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Thank you 😊
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I feel you 🔥
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I feel you too. Thank you Theo ☺️❣️
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Hmmm very true dear, sometimes too we just smile because Words aren’t the right words to say 😊☺️
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I know right….😔😔
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Lovely one there dear 💖👍 keep shining,✨💫
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Thank you Wizz darling 😘. I appreciate your support
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Girl you are good!!
Gosh I can recall the number of times I’ve been there.
Just sometimes you don’t wanna talk no more.
Great post Lizzie
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I know the feeling dear….
Thank you Abis😘
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Another nice one 🙂
Keep it up dear
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Aw thanks for yet another beautiful comment from you. Appreciate the love and support dear 🤗💞
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Incredible reflection of thoughts.
In the context of GBV, I could process this poem in this manner: Women cannot speak up anymore, words caught before she even utters them out called by the realisation of how futile that may turn out to be. Their sense of existence vanished, hence she ‘cannot feel’ anymore due to horrors of past experiences. Thus she resorted to keeping everything to herself, disconnecting herself in every possible way from the mischievous world around her yet keeping an open eye as the struggle perpetually plays itself time and again.
At Lizzie I just chose to relate your poem to the Real struggle out there
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Wow, wow, wow, Abram. I’m speechless! You just brought a whole new interpretation to my poem. I could never have thought of.
Readers like you make my dear. Thank you 🤗👌🏾💓
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Thought provoking
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Thank you Dede🤗❣️
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Nice piece, you’re really changing the world with stories. Bless up girl. Higher Heights ✨✨
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Aw, thank you senior George. Really appreciate the compliment ☺️☺️
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Lovely, Liz. A beautiful poem. 🙂
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Thank you very much Jeff. Appreciate your kind words ☺️
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You’re very welcome. 🙂
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