She's Scared To Be Heard... Poem by Shannon Nicole

She takes a deep breath,
Inhale then exhale.
She's going to tell a story,
Sit in that chair please,
Just sit back and relax.

She's going to open up now,
Something has been eating at her heart.
She's tired of hiding,
She's ready to be heard.

She's twiddling her thumbs,
And biting her lip,
And twirling her hair,
She's nervous.

She studders and stammers,
She's lost within a thought.
She's obsessing over the ripple on her pants,
She's counting her breaths to calm.

She's smiling to herself,
Because she sees his face in the crowd.
She sighs, then looks at us,
She's ready to speak.

She tells of a little girl,
Alone and waiting for someone to hold onto.
She tells of a family's life going down hill,
A woman and a man fight from dawn til dusk.
She tells of four children being born,
All taking part in the arguments.
She tells of a girl,
A girl that is hurt,
A girl that is trapped in the middle.

She tells of a group of friends,
A group of friends so large too be many,
But in reality,
Most fade as the years pass by.

She tells of a past,
A past that she hopes to forget and erase.
She tells of a day that she's glad to remember,
A day that she's proud to circle and keep,
A day he made that smile reach her eyes.

She finishes her story,
She's smiling brightly.
She's with her hands in her lap,
And her eyes closed,
A blush across her cheeks.
She's finally been heard,
And she's waiting for her words to be remembered.