So Very Quiet

So quiet

Ignored

overlooked

perceived as weak

diffusively torn

So quiet

Curled in a fetal

she keeps

her small body

cradled

in her corner

So very quiet

Weeping

without sound

hair matted

unclean

damp

tears and sweat

So entirely quiet

In a world

where no one

stops talking.

Where is her voice

Is it caught

in her grieving throat

or in her thudding head

Where is her voice

So very quiet

Not yet, dear one

Some day soon

Very soon.

December 19, 2012 Meldrum Poetry Workshop
Prompt: Leonard Cohen “Like a worm on a hook…”