Her Hands Poem by Skylark Woodrow

There once was a girl who was silenced,
Not a word could she speak nor utter forevermore.
All her thoughts were trapped inside her mind;
But not for long.
Her thoughts refused to be silenced;
Or held captive in any way.
They flowed out of her,
Shoving, pushing, fighting their way out.
Spilling onto pages as books and poems,
Spilling onto parchment as paintings and drawings.
Her words embed themselves into everything she touches.

Her hands -
They work and work,
Never ceasing;
Trying to say what she cannot.
She may not have her voice,
But at least she has her hands.

(2014.10.1)