The Tin Girl

My mind would tell my mouth to move
But it could not seem to respond
Like gears in a clock that were stuck with rust.

My lips were cracked and bleeding. 
My mouth too parched to comply. 
My jaw creaked and cracked from disuse.

The muscles were left atrophied and weak
And perhaps the worst of all,
Was what happened when I pushed too hard.
When I tried so hard that something within me
Shifted, crashed, broke
And after that point
No matter how much I tried
I couldn't bring anything to the surface.

You passed me by

And I knew that I had missed my chance.

A girl without feeling for so long-

I wasn't able to say those words

Not before you grew tired,

Sick of my inconsistencies. 

I cry real tears now, 

That function my body remembers. 

Those tears dry to rust,

And once again

I am silent.

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

Our silence traps us--it's the worst prison there is. The cool thing is when you meet someone special--you'll know it because you'll be able to break the silence that suffocates you.

[Archia]

The pain of silence, and in this poem I feel like it will be forever, the silence will never be broken. That is sad, really sad. I like how the idea of a tin person was used as a metaphor in this for the way the girl felt. Really nice poem.

[J Todd Underhill]

Silence is still a form of communication, and inaction is still an action, well written youn poetess, I enjoyed the time spent in your words.