Saturday, March 1, 2025

Powerless (Part 2 - "A Thousand Words")

Head lowered in submission,
pressed against the wall,
yielding in prelude
to the storm.

No protest, no resistance,
only the silence of surrender,
the quiet weight of knowing
No is not an option.

Fists clenched,
knees rooted firmly to the floor,
the storm comes without asking.

And a thousand words
pass through her lips,
powerless without a voice.

 

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