Page three! Father would say
whenever she opened mouth
to speak – inevitable tale waiting
I just want you to hear me,
I remember feeling, to know
that my words have meaning
You get all your needs met;
it’s why I work so hard, now
don’t bother me, get along…
She learned to hold things in,
to refrain from long passages,
practiced needing no one.
Dear diary, why does everyone
hate me? What have I done,
and why do I feel so alone …?
You hide away in that room
of yours, ignoring your mother
and me; what’s wrong with you?
She shrugs, picks up her purse
and heads out the door, school
is almost finished, then freedom.
Left home today; so happy to be
away; hope my roommates like
me, hope I don’t ruin it for us.
Just called to see if you’re okay,
your mother and I worry; let
us know if you need anything…
But she’d stop needing long ago –
shut down in the formative years,
when rejection defined esteem.
(Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a poem in three voices.)
One Woman's Quest 