The vow of silence is my crux
I don the invisibility cloak
I can no longer endure
And must not be seen
I am a squatter
My duty to take leave
I can no longer see
Prospect for respite
Granting its proximity
My attempts to subsist
In a realm of deception
Futile to persist
Though I grew from the earth
Dirt blurring my sight
A seed planted deep
That dreamed to flower
Desired to be part
To belong and bloom
Dragging myself up
More than once
In order to seize
The vision hallowed
Reserved for the lucky
With each attempt to uplift
Met with a crushing blow
Beating me back down
With no promise at all
No matter the direction
It’s one step ahead
The wicked does not defer
A necklace of bones
Wrung tightly bout my neck
Slams my fragile being
Against the realm’s wall
Lest I forget
I’m not worthy of this world
Insignificant debris
My viscera drained dry
My strength a shadow
Twisted black stains
Slightly resembling
My earthly remains
Spare bones scattered
Disintegrating and decomposing
Transforming to earth
From whence I emerged
Rain will wash away
The scraps that linger
From my rotting body
No flowers shall bloom
Absent vital requisite
There is no room
My silence beholden
My absence glossed over
Stay away from the wishes
They partner with devils
A Wise Woman Writes 