She Calls by Caroline Tiss

She Calls

by Caroline Tiss

"You cannot see me" she calls to the wind.

"You do not hear me." she mutters.

She does not wish to be seen and judged upon like an auctioned piece of furniture.

This is because she is her own mother, father, and son.

She protects herself as though she were a family in a war zone.

Who hear her is up to the lots cast and the people in her path, like how the stars align for those who whisper to love like a child gilded with pearls and emeralds green.

Where is your courage man of valor, it is draped in ivory linen with the eye of your mother.

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