Without uttering a word….
As she sat in my lap, kinda curled up in a fetal position.
I am use to her talking, so I prepared to listen.
And she without a murmur, mentioned that her day was long and tiring and,
Affection is all that she desired
Inspiring me to pamper her, as she tightly gripped my neck
She just needed to be held, with no signs of neglect.
The respect she wanted, I gave it, with no hatefulness or
resentment.
It felt like she was searching for some type of contentment
For my, commitment bared no mercy. On the couch trying to
rest,
She lowered her head, planting her forehead to my chest,
At best, her soul just wanted to be touched.
Gripping her tightly; holding her compassionately was enough.
All of that stuff she has had going on was weighing down
heavily
And with unspoken words, I sat quietly; respectfully.
She needed empathy, and she received it. She just wanted to
be held
And not bogged down inside of this invisible shell,
With no voice she yelled, and many things were made very clear.
She was open; for a short second, she felt no fear.
No tear, no worry, no issues, no sounds were heard.
She revealed all of this utterly silent, no expressions, no
words
unspoken, uncluttered, unveiled, unheard…
Speaking loudly through her actions: nothing was heard
but bold unspoken words…
"xpressurself"
12/30/2014
