Wed. Jun 12th, 2024

Sacred women

My days used to feel cold 

and hollow.

Now there’s never space.

Never any time 

for warm tea in this tundra I’ve been living in.

Trapped in a mind that 

knows 

what it wants but

Never 

Uses the keys that it was given

She’s scared,

Tired,

And wants

So

much

More.

But,

“What will they say?”

“What will they think?”

Her mind conveys back to her,

she’s trapped.

Today she wakes up wishing the sun would blind her 

again 

Like she used to

Just so she can keep the blinds closed.

For just one more day

With little slivers of light peeking through at her.

Hiding 

away

There’s nothing

Nothing for me 

Out there

There’s no one 

For me out there.

If I open it

If I let the light in

Then what?

She hears a whisper

They’ll love you.

——————-

They couldn’t, 

How could they?

They never did

Why now.

She’s scared

Afraid

Will they hear her sadness, 

tears dropping,

behind her eyes

Behind all the passion and kindness she shares?

Will they 

hear me.

Or will they stay fooled 

by the illusion of ethereal beauty

Now,

This 

is 

the real battle

Save herself

now.

Or

Let them see.

Show them she says.

They couldn’t love her

They didn’t 

Love her

Yet it hurt sometimes

———————— 

She had kept all her light

hidden

Within.

 


NABJ board member Leilah Abree James 

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