Dying To Be Heard

Hands that move quickly
Barely touch the keys
Smoothly
Softly
Sensuously
She writes neat
She writes clean

 

At night the passion strikes her
No longer must she please
Frustrated
Irritated
Complicated
This energized enigma
Blossoms just to breathe

 

In her cloak of ambiguity
She wraps herself in words
Silently
Secretly
Seriously
Her hands move quickly
She's dying to be heard