for so long,
i believed that i didn’t
have anything to say,
so
i didn’t say anything.
~
as a young girl
i wandered through a maze of market stalls,
heeding a mermaid-like whim;
trading my voice
for a battered bottle of Belief entitled
Spoken Words Returned Void.
identifying with the painter of starry nights;
trading a box of tattered leather diaries,
filled to the brim
with words thought better left unsaid
for a mass-market paperback copy of
What to Say and When to Say it
~
so
i lived quietly,
downing my daily dose of Belief,
dog-earing those well-worn pages…
albert’s definition of insanity…
~
then…
one day…
the bottom of the bottle appeared,
the paperback lost its way
in the labyrinth of my library
and…
I decided to say something…
anything
and
people listened…
…imagine that.