and she has a name...

the purpose of this first little piece is to remind me of the book that I want to write entitled 'And she has a name' about the women of Romania and their stories. So random I know but it is here, now in writing and I again commit to give them a voice.
A little poetry I wrote for a dear friend of mine (yes, you J!!). May it provoke thought on the road as you walk through your day, sip your coffee or read the morning news (may I suggest euronews.net?)


Unspoken

The tide of life
Ebbs with pain
Always beautiful
Now regular
repeating
and one is almost lulled
into a sense of security
consistency

The tide changes
but in fact
it has been creeping
up
slowly this whole time
you were simply too absorbed to notice
you had fallen in love
with its steady rush
of cold, salty water and rough sand
as I faded to a blur

Now you see me for what I am
the woman who needs no one
and the little girl who is afraid

My cigarette is gone
Hands cold
fingers now too numb
to hold the seashells
the ones
we once gathered
together

I am glad you can’t see me
The tide goes out
and I pray I don’t need you anymore