Nobody's Child
2-16-91
Snow storm 91
Nobody’s Child…
Lost like a memory of broken glass she walks in through the snow
drifts in the blistering cold. Into the warmth of an image that
is never there for her. A stranger turns icily towards her and
says words which make it clear that this house is no home for
her. Silent, always silent, she leaves the fireplace she made,
but isn’t hers. She looks back once to see the smoke from the
fireplace of comfort billow safely out of the chimney. Back into
the snowdrifts. Sturdily walking against the wind that bites
into her neck. Bites into her soul. A tear wells up inside her
but it never falls. It has been much too long for that. Silent,
always silent, she walks into the shadows once more, always
welcome there.
So secret. So little I want to say. It feels right, so right
that words could never appropriately describe the feeling. So I
am silent.
