Voices

April 11, 2012
By SHEWHOBELIEVED GOLD, Tomah, Wisconsin
SHEWHOBELIEVED GOLD, Tomah, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us."
Baroness Orczy


The whispers are here.
No matter where she turns she hears them.
Always ringing in her ear.
She tries to hide.
She tries to block them out.
Nothing works and she always hears them.
They’re here to stay.
No matter what she says, they hurt.
No matter who says it, she hurts.
All these whispers are killing her.
Yet, she walks down the hall of whispers every day.
Now, she’s showing that it hurts.
Still they have not stopped.
Going and going,
She walks in shame with her head down and with a tear always on her cheek.
Forever is she hurt.
Becoming not afraid, but scarred.


The author's comments:
everyone is lied to and about but no one really sees the pain it causes.

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