The Same Routine Poem by Arthean Williams

a lady walks in the room
She is not wanted
but her presence is felt
she does not speak,
all her words are kept inside,
afraid to sound stupid.. always being ignored for something better
the day is just beginning, a horrific thought
more of this, more of today, her only refuge,
a few hours from now
the chance to go home and start this ritual over again
the same feeling of being unwanted
she looks around and tries to find refuge from a face,
maybe someone can utter the word that will detroy the silence,
instead
no one looks up
no word is spoken
the same routine
if it were to change, she would not dapt, it would exist for a moment, only to find its way back moments later
the lady begins her day much like every other.. the same routine