Me
by Kwasi Gyekye
Clashing, cluttering, bashing and slamming – but not a twitch.
Screaming, shouting and screeching had no joy either.
Whisper, not quite
Silence so deafening and intense she embraced.
Exposed at last, but no sign of fear
Whisper and Silence feels alike, but not the same
She thought whispering was enough until she was engulfed in
silence.
Entangled in this web of serenity
Yeaning to share, but it feels not enough for three
Like the fingers of a clenched fist, she won’t let go