Silence

Silence

Listen.
Do you hear it?
The low, soft nothing of silence?

Silence.
I wallow in it.
I wrap it around me -- a cloak of comfort.
I am alone.
I come into myself.

Silence.
My mind is set free.
I think, I wonder.
I feel the words flowing.

Silence.
Blessed silence.

Barbara B. Baskin 2010

Woman Suppressed

Photo credit to Preston Surface of Surface & Surface Photography

Stifled

When there were decisions to be made

The woman’s voice was stifled.

When there were opinions to be stated

The woman’s voice was stifled.

When there were rules to be made

The woman’s voice was stifled.

When there were thoughts to be expressed

The woman’s voice was stifled.

When there were ideas to be bandied about

The woman’s voice was stifled.

As if she were faded into the background--unimportant.

Barbara B. Baskin 2010