Unspoken, a poem from, Poetry Volume One, by Rose Mary Johnson, U.S. Copyright
Staring off into infinity.
Praying not to be forgotten by the divinity.
I roam within the confines of my fear.
My only fight sheds not a tear.
Their words are like a knife
deeply cutting across my life.
If they knew, surely they would disgrace me.
Even as they gather and pray the decree.
I have walked amongst them the same.
As I breathe now, I have tired of this game.
Hiding has left me wounded and broken.
My pain lurks in these words unspoken.
What my heart loves would be their jest.
Facing them without my mask, I fear the test.
To the crowd, I stand alone.
The lions hunger and they groan.
But, the fear it feeds.
The same and what differs has equal need.
But, they confuse what is only love.
And, I avoid their wrath, to the side,
myself, I shove.
Can I continue walking among them as the same?
To them my difference is an equal to shame.
My aloneness has worn and I’m broken.
My pain lurks in these words unspoken.
God, If I prayed for a release?
Would you bequeath me this?
Let me breathe a creation that’s free.
Fear of judgment stop chase me.
Hope has become my dear lost friend.
And, who I am, I fear that can no longer pretend.
But, I carry on because it’s what
the universe has chosen.
And, I live with the pain in these words unspoken.