Silence

Once upon a time there was a girl

And she was true.

And there were people who looked upon her

And they saw what they would.

And what they saw was not the truth

But that was what they saw.

And they made judgements

And they interpreted things

And they believed they were right.

And she was there

Listening to the whispers

The shouts

The mumblings

The accusations.

And she shut down.

And went inside herself

And chose to keep quiet.

Perhaps one day

In that perfect silence...

Perhaps

The truth will be revealed

And she may be understood.

And at last she may speak

Truth.

Through

A smile

A laugh

A glance

A flick of the wrist

The hip

The little toe.

No more judgements

No more interpretations

Just the truth...

Spoken through the unspoken.