What words can do…
November 19, 2007
Unspoken Words Finally Spoken
“I have arrived ahead of my words.
When I speak there is no response.
There is only muted silence.
My words are still not formed,
not yet born,
they will not be hastened or rushed.
Like one does with toy soldiers,
I do the same with my unspoken words.
I prop them up,
arrange them in ranks,
I move them about,
caress them, cajole them.
I play games with them, these words,
these musical games.
In my mind I concentrate on their harmonies,
but the right words
do not form the right way
so I push them aside.
I have arrived before my words,
Now the words, drab, neglected,
no longer engage me.
The musical expression of the words
I thought I heard
die in the air,
nowhere to go.
But the pain I feel is still there,
it’s all that’s left.
It is a desert I’ve come to know.
I have arrived before my words.
I want to write my story. A story so inspiring, so important to turn peoples’ lives around or stop them from going down those roads I have traveled . . . I am trying the best way I can to put my story on paper in hopes it turns someone else’s life around. In writing, it is also letting the ghosts out of my mind.” (Dionne)
This poem is an excerpt from an edited volume of autobiographical writings of women who are homeless. The book is called I have Arrived Before My Words, it’s edited by Deborah Pugh and Jeanie Tietjen, and I’m happy to share it with other DLC community members…
Peace, rebecca (schaffer)