I am the eyes which look upon you,
yet you cannot see my soul.
I am the memory which casts
its dark shadow, its veil across your face
yet you cannot remove it, no matter
how great the measure of your effort.
I am the face in the crowd, the one
who is unrecognizable to many
aside from the others who share
a commonality in their journey.
A simple glance is all that is needed
to translate a thousand words,
foreign to those who cannot
comprehend my language.
I am silent in my suffering.
I am silent in my pain.
I speak only to those from whom
I have been given permission,
for it is in my lack of safety,
I remain silent.
I am hidden in the musty closet
of my mind’s eye, choking on
the twisted hangers of humankind’s
continued perpetration.
I am bleeding, and I am raw.
I am tired, and I am broken.
Speak not silently.
It is for one such as I
you choose to raise your voice.
One who cannot speak for herself.
One who has suffered such as you.
Stand upon the highest point
and hear it echo across the world.
Let not mankind ignore your message.
Speak not silently.
For in your truths, I shall be set free.
I shall learn, through your courage,
how to whisper by way of a dry
cracked vocalization, initially incoherent.
Someday, perhaps, I shall join you
on that high, high peak, and our echoes
shall resound together.
For, you chose to speak not silently.
Instead you screamed for me.
*Author Notes: Written with great respect to those who have battled silence in any measure... When one hand is raised to another to destroy the soul... The fight to regain the voice... A true battle indeed…
Author Bio:
A.C. Fernandez resides in Texas, although she previously resided in numerous locations such as Spain, Germany, Illinois, and New Mexico. She has been fortunate to experience a wide variety of cultural dynamics and uses them in her writings. She creates her pieces out of the deepest respect for the experiences of female violation of any manner or form. It is vital for her to acknowledge domestic, sexual, psychological, and physical abuse in her prolific works. Her voice is strong and straightforward, withholding nothing to express what has been branded in her mind for many years. This approach may be startling to some, but know, it is real and well written. She researches crime and all it entails, and has done so thoughout her lifetime. She has worked as a counselor, case manager, and a psychiatric nursing assistant. More often than not, her clients were individuals who experienced or perpetuated sexual violence against women. Her life has been a blur of darkness... She finds a way back to solace through her writings... Privacy and peace are her primary needs far beyond food, shelter, and clothing...
yet you cannot see my soul.
I am the memory which casts
its dark shadow, its veil across your face
yet you cannot remove it, no matter
how great the measure of your effort.
I am the face in the crowd, the one
who is unrecognizable to many
aside from the others who share
a commonality in their journey.
A simple glance is all that is needed
to translate a thousand words,
foreign to those who cannot
comprehend my language.
I am silent in my suffering.
I am silent in my pain.
I speak only to those from whom
I have been given permission,
for it is in my lack of safety,
I remain silent.
I am hidden in the musty closet
of my mind’s eye, choking on
the twisted hangers of humankind’s
continued perpetration.
I am bleeding, and I am raw.
I am tired, and I am broken.
Speak not silently.
It is for one such as I
you choose to raise your voice.
One who cannot speak for herself.
One who has suffered such as you.
Stand upon the highest point
and hear it echo across the world.
Let not mankind ignore your message.
Speak not silently.
For in your truths, I shall be set free.
I shall learn, through your courage,
how to whisper by way of a dry
cracked vocalization, initially incoherent.
Someday, perhaps, I shall join you
on that high, high peak, and our echoes
shall resound together.
For, you chose to speak not silently.
Instead you screamed for me.
*Author Notes: Written with great respect to those who have battled silence in any measure... When one hand is raised to another to destroy the soul... The fight to regain the voice... A true battle indeed…
Author Bio:
A.C. Fernandez resides in Texas, although she previously resided in numerous locations such as Spain, Germany, Illinois, and New Mexico. She has been fortunate to experience a wide variety of cultural dynamics and uses them in her writings. She creates her pieces out of the deepest respect for the experiences of female violation of any manner or form. It is vital for her to acknowledge domestic, sexual, psychological, and physical abuse in her prolific works. Her voice is strong and straightforward, withholding nothing to express what has been branded in her mind for many years. This approach may be startling to some, but know, it is real and well written. She researches crime and all it entails, and has done so thoughout her lifetime. She has worked as a counselor, case manager, and a psychiatric nursing assistant. More often than not, her clients were individuals who experienced or perpetuated sexual violence against women. Her life has been a blur of darkness... She finds a way back to solace through her writings... Privacy and peace are her primary needs far beyond food, shelter, and clothing...
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