The Silent Poet Poem by Sarah Jane Black

Her hair-
Knots.
She knows that
she has forgotten
and this thought
almost enables
her to
Stop.
Fulfilling.

But then,
she sees the wonder
of heaven and her
hunger guides
her to
Awaken.

Blossoming.
Breaking.
Fighting.

Sometimes-
it's hard to see past
the thick shell that
encompasses the air
of thinking.

Sometimes-
She breathes to
much of sameness
that it slows her.

You are timeless.
You are courageous.
You are unique.

She tells herself that no
one can take these words from her


One of these days.
I know.
She'll believe it.
Impossible.
She strikes this
with her flint
and fire crashes in her eyes.