There she sits, silent, motionless, emotionless.
Her tears vapor, long cried, long dried…
There’s nothing inside her but emptiness, that kind of hollowness that pervades the very reaches of a strained soul.
Baby her, new in the world. Her eyes windows, not to her soul, that was…is…unreachable. So serious her affect, so deep and unyielding. This youngling enters the world, less than hour old, already as old as the earth itself.
Child her, still a stranger but learning. Her mind teams with thoughts, foreign, unknown, unspoken. No words can aid her. She is not yet a master of the right ones.
Silence echoes. She cowers beneath the solitude of sleep, willing her teaming thoughts to muster the strength to break free. They won’t. They can’t. They tried.
Every strike is taken for the team. At first, the waterworks were always invited. Now..nothing.
She holds it all back behind a dam that has threatened for so long to burst under the burden laden of darkness, of pain, of anger, of sadness.
There is no convincing the powers that be of her innocence, of her desire for justice, of her request for a fair trial, an adequate hearing…
She splutters something. She can’t say anything.
Why does she speak? Waste her time? Utter heavy words into empty, deaf air?
Off on a journey, she returns, still defeated. She has accomplished nothing. She returns empty handed.
And here she is today, silent, grim, stubborn. She will not share the thoughts chomping at the bit, threatening, struggling to break free.
They won’t be heard.
There is no hope in regret. Continue and be of use to someone even if you yourself are spent from failing yourself for so long.