Silence by Kristen

It's my turn to speak now.
And through me, you do speak; you roar,
Sweeping whirlwind panic through the cavity you
Carved out of what was already emptied.
How did you have the power to scourge what was barren?

So, I will say it. I am you, merely inverted.
Obsessive drive for completion
That forced you to risk all, for everyone has
something, a vestige of pride perhaps,
To lose, forced you unwillingly (?)
To be enslaved by a girl child's supple limbs,
Freckled cheeks, and fathomless ache for
A father who looked with such attention, he saw
Through her deep pined eyes into her thirst.

Kristen (63.191.225.131) -- Wednesday, January 15 2003, 03:05 am

who is the audience?
Kristen, this is for you, babe. Who are you talking to, him, or yourself? Clarifying that might help this poem out. Think on it.

mental (66.153.163.251) -- Thursday, January 16 2003, 05:47 am

kristen is that you?
first excellent poem ,second is this the same kristen that commented on my poems? yesor no

Kristenk3 (63.191.233.61) -- Thursday, January 16 2003, 07:05 am

Yes, mental, it's the same Kristen
Hi sweetie! I thought I'd try sweet Becky's sit again (I'm trying to be less shy in new forums/places, and she mentioned you'd asked about me. My new e-mail here in Oregon is [snip: no addresses] I would love to talk. I've missed you, and "old times" Love, K

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